Back in the day I wanted to be an astronaut. I sent tens, maybe hundreds, of letters to NASA requesting images of planets, spacecraft, and astronauts… and then I wall-papered my room with images.

When I nearly failed college physics I realized that I didn’t actually want to be an astronaut (although how cool would that have been!)… but I did keep on hanging those old space photos up in my room.

Before I ever took a proper ‘art’ class, i think it was those images that started shaping my eye.