Ok, I'm taking you way back to the beginning, 1980. As a high school senior I dreamed of moving to California and becoming a film director. Even though I had taken film and art classes throughout high school a few summers of Spielberg and Lucas movies persuaded me that film was my future. Life however had other ideas. Without the confidence or finances to enroll in a very expensive film school all the way across the country I wound up at UICC for a year. I hated it with every ounce of my being. I hated it so much that I quit at the end of the year and decided to enroll in art school, the American Academy of Art. That next year I did double duty. I worked at a law firm during the day and a movie theater at night to save for school. In 1982 I entered art school and officially began my life as an artist. If I couldn't make the films at least I could paint the posters, right?
I loved art school. It was harder than I anticipated but I still loved it, the work, the people, the reality of finally being in an artistic environment surrounded by like-minded people. It was three of the best years of my life. I created. I dreamed. I found my first girlfriend. Life was wonderful. Anything and everything was possible.