In the beginning

In 1986, I’d just gotten my BFA and didn’t quite know what to do with myself. I started doodling figures from my imagination, exploring my primal erotic fantasies of men being animals. At the time I, and the whole world, was freaked out about AIDS. Somehow, I thought doing work about my sexuality seemed worthwhile.

Some of the artists I showed these drawings to thought they had an energy to them, and that this was a path worth pursuing. One astute friend pointed out that my figures, which I thought were of idealized proportions, had the build of Barney Rubble. I didn’t want to be a naive artist, so I set out to become a better illustrator.