Super Serious Studio

I'll give you the stats first. The back of my baseball card. 

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I'm 29 years old. I'm American. 5'10". What's left of my hair is brown. Eyes are brown. Nose is big. My heritage is a mixture of Irish and German. 

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Perhaps to the more bourgeoisie (that's french for stuck up) it is apparent I have no formal training in painting. This is true. Congrats. I went to Ohio University and got my degree in Journalism. Putting it to good use aren't I? 

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I live with my wife, Anya and our Golden Retriever, Laska in Buchtel, Ohio. A blip on the map.

 

Out the window of my office is a 240,000 acre forest, Wayne National Forest, that contains trees older than America. 

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My foray into painting is the fault of my wife. She bought me my first markers and canvas. God bless her. I was laid up at the time and bored to tears, suffering from writers block to top it off.  The blankness of canvas isn't the same as the blankness of the page. A canvas is the white glare of a window waiting for lines and color. It's waiting for you to look through. I see them that way. You look through a painting, you look at a book. The page needs to be handled with white gloves and delicate instruments. But you can take a sledgehammer to a canvas and chalk it up to expression. 

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I am starting this "business" because I love painting. I haven't been able to say that much in my life. That I love to do something. It seems hard to admit anymore. There is a constant need for tongue in cheek wit and brazen apathy that truly caring about something, working hard and being proud of your work openly is not cool. I sincerely hope that changes. And if you don't like my work, that's ok. I imagine all art critics in berets sending back wine won't like it, too. Also ok. I'm doing it mostly for myself but I'd love to make a differce in anyones life, no matter how many or few.