I've been a freelance animator in Minneapolis for some time now, but now circumstance and nostalgia have collaborated on bringing me back home. The bus dropped me outside my ramshackle family cottage with peeling white paint after hours of driving, with the pussy willow still the colour of irish moss and the old tire swing creaking in the wind. Except I don't live in small-town Louisiana, so just imagine that, but with gleaming international airport terminals, roaring smog-choked freeways, tourist traps, and seasons of crippling bureaucracy. The weather is awesome in Malaysia, and the air is full of insects that want my blood.
I'm interested in Lacanian psychoanalysis, marxism, and anything that offers a workable alternative to capitalism. I try to trip on acid once or twice every year to re-evaluate where I am in relation to the precipice. I want to be an uncaring picaresque, and have a John Waters mustache, to be well-read and much-loved. I want to tumble downhill with all my friends and know it's okay before we hit the bottom. I love puns and I always try to end on a joke, so I feel badly that I couldn't fit one in here. And I've got a Moominpappa tattoo.
Favourite Visual Artist
everett peck, egon schiele, piet mondrian, gustav klimt, darwyn cooke, kandinsky
Favourite Movies
children of men, o brother where art thou, the ninth gate, belleville rendezvous, dr. strangelove
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
johnny cash, ELO, The Decemberists, aztec camera
Favourite Writers
ted hughes, f. scott fitzgerald, william blake, daniel denett
Favourite Games
silent hills, grim fandango, half life 2
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
WACOM graphics tablet, pen and paper, watercolours
Other Interests
animating, poetry, drawing, movies, comics, reading, insulting, meditating