I was born in the city of Stoke-On-Trent, England. I grew up in a very loving home. My parents, neither of whom were artists, nevertheless encouraged me in my interest. I spent almost every night drawing and painting.
So I made my own world and designed characters and storylines for my little comic books. I would 'publish' these to self enforced deadlines, every week, to my audience of one - my older brother Steve.
We were poor. But oddly, I never actually realized we were until many years later. I know that may sound strange. But we were so loved and cared for by our parents that it was never relevant. We just accepted what we had. And my imagination did the rest. It was only when I was older and started seeing how other people lived, that I realized the difference.
I didn't have much in the way of artists tools. A few colored pens and pencils. No sketch books. So I would spend a lot of time drawing on the back of long pieces of old, left over rolled up wall paper. I do remember my first sketch book. It was made for me by my Dad. The pages were old bus timetables, blank on one side and print on the other. A cardboard cover and shoe laces holding it together. I filled that book from beginning to end, with ideas and sketches.
I packed my creative side away as I grew older. England has a way of doing that to you.
I eventually emigrated to beautiful Santa Barbara in the United States in 1988. After years of struggling and self teaching, I became an Art Director. Soon after, a Creative Director. I also rekindled my love for painting. Probably as part of my need to reconnect with my old self. It's odd what will come out of your head after it's been bottled away for so many years.
I now live in N. Idaho. Enjoying all the spectacular scenery and nature that it has to offer