As far back as I can remember I was always drawing. Whether I was at home, over my grandma's house, at school or at the bowling alley; I was always doing something artistic. When I was excited I would draw, when I was happy I would draw, when I was sad I would draw and when I was bored I would draw. Even though my parents enthusiastically supported my creative endeavors I was never forced to be artistic, it was just something I naturally chose to do. Maybe it was something I needed to do.

As I was growing up I spent every spare moment being creative. When I was in the classroom I would hustle to get my assignments done so I could draw. When I was playing sports I would think about my latest project and quite often, the very act of being physical would inspire me to be creative. Looking back at my childhood it's obvious that no matter the location, activity or situation I was always thinking about drawing, painting or art in general.

During high school I always considered myself an athlete. I loved playing football and baseball and earned many awards for both. Regardless of my passion for athletics I was constantly being creative and drawing every spare moment I got. On a whim I entered the Denver Public Schools city wide art contest in 1989 and won first place. Even though this was a prestigious award I did not attend the ceremony because I was playing baseball. After all, I thought of myself as an athlete and not an artist.

Along with athletics I excelled at math and science on my way to earning a 3.988 GPA. This success, along with the success I had playing sports drove me to enroll at the Colorado School of Mines for engineering and baseball. Art just wasn't a factor in the academic choices I considered and made. My future seemed decided, I was going to school to become an engineer which meant math and science but definitely not art.

Despite my collegiate requirements I often found myself in the dormitory lounge listening to music and drawing through the night. There were countless occasions when I didn't sleep and had to sprint across the campus just so I could be on time to my morning class. Here I was, at a prestigious engineering school, and the majority of my time was spent drawing in the dormitory lounge. This wasn't how I was supposed to be spending my time, it wasn't something I planned, it just happened.

After several years of studying mechanical engineering, my passion for drawing finally over took me. Despite the recent completion of my junior year I decided to switch gears and pursue a degree in illustration at the Rocky Mountain College of Art and Design. This was a decision I didn't think twice about and one I have never regretted.

Hello, my name is Vince and I'm an artist.