Tonight on Biography, "A Spooner named Beth"

I was born in 1984, a year of amazingly bad movies and very large hair, in Kansas City, Missouri. My earliest memory is of me running around the house exactly 3 times in a very particular way in an attempt to open a portal to another universe. Unlike many artists I have only been drawing seriously since I was 17. Before that I wrote stories. Stories about Cockroaches named Bob and butter colored rolling underground cellar monsters accompanied by silly and arguably awful illustrations.

When I was 8 years old, I had a dream in which I fell into a tree which contained three cardboard angels whose eyes were cut out. Upon falling out of the tree in terror I found myself caught by the arms of an enormous black rhinocerous beetle, who carried me to a great, vasty house on a hill. I have been dreaming in that house ever since.

Much of my work is influenced by my dreams, or at the very least, dream like imagery. My earliest artistic fascination was with Salvador Dali, whose ideas seemed so very similar to my own nightly excursions. The creatures of Dr. Seuss and Jim Henson also hold a special place in my imagination.

I prefer nostalgia and whimsical abstractions to realism and my greatest aim is to express myself. Not exactly that, I suppose, but to give the creatures and stories in my head a life of their own, and to allow others to love them as I do.

I spend most of my time musing about monstrosities, reading ninteenth century weird fiction and ofcourse, makin' stuff. When I'm not distracted by some shiny internet phenomenon ofcourse.

If you'd like to find out more about me, head on over to my sketch blog/livejournal, Velocir*ptor. I also have a Myspace and Facebook. Much more of my art can be discovered on Deviantart, and there is always the trusty e-mail and Instant Messanger (AIM: TheZizzerZazzer).