From an early age I loved to draw and doodle, especially while in class when I should have been listening to the teacher. During high school I found out about Adobe Photoshop from a friend of mine and quickly fell in love with it's powerful tools. At the time I relied on drawing my artwork out on pad and then scanning it in with my flatbed scanner and finishing it up in photoshop with my trusty mouse. Towards the end of highschool I started to get into using 3d software, Truespace I believe, was the first software I used. I loved it and was soon looking for a college to enhance my creative abilities because at the time I couldn't find out what schooling I needed to become a network technician which was my other love, repairing computers and building/maintaining networks.

Well I started college and I wasn't too bad compared with everyone else, I new the software really well which gave me a bit of a headstart on things. As the years went by though I felt as if my artistic soul was being slowly ripped out of my body. I was being told more and more how I should draw and paint like this master or that master, something which I didn't agree with because that's their style, not mine, and doing it like them had no bearing on our projects but if I didn't mimic whoever I was told to mimic, then I would get a bad grade.

Then real life hit, I only had about a semester left to graduate with a bachelors in Graphics Design but 2 classes were at the same time as my night job. I talked to my work, they wouldn't budge on the time of the class, finally last chance I talked to the professors and they just smiled at me and said "Oh well" guess you have to quit your job". But no job, no tuition, so I dropped out.

I worked for a couple of years at that sorry ass factory and then found someone who pointed me in the right direction of getting into the IT field, something I never stopped learning on my own. I studied, took tests, got my certifications and became a network technician, which is what I'm employed as to this day. But lately that artistic itch has crept up and it's gotten to the point where I can't just ignore it anymore. So I bought myself a wacom tablet, something I wanted back in college but could never afford and I'm currently relearning everything all over again. I'm so rusty I'm surprised I can still make a straight line. But I'm trying, sketching here and there, and relearning photoshop with the power of my wacom tablet.

So wish me luck, I hope to have something decent enough to show you guys soon.

-Brandon