My family moved around when I was a kid and the main three places I grew up in were Massachusetts, Montana, and Tennessee. These three distinctly different states were each steeped in their own rich histories, mythologies, superstitions, and symbolism. Growing up in New England we lived for several years in an historical mansion which had rooms within rooms, closets within closets, and sub-floors in the basement just waiting to be discovered. I often lay on the roof at night and contemplated the stars. Just after my thirteenth birthday we moved to Montana, driving cross country in an old school bus converted into a family RV which housed me, my brothers, parents, two dogs, a Burmese python, and several mice. I’ve had some amazing adventures in life – from pulling Gs in a small Cessna, to training to become a state certified handgun instructor and competitive shooter – and a few brushes with death which have given me a new appreciation for life and the importance of creating new art.