The little boy who loved dinosaurs

Several years ago I was in a conversation with some friends about topics that veered towards the cerebral, when finally the topic of favorite movies came about.

When I said Jurassic Park, they seemed a bit shocked.

“Jurassic Park? Really? I thought you were going to say something a bit more serious like, I don’t know, Godfather or Matrix.”

My response…

When I was 6 years old, my father took me to see Jurassic Park in theaters the month it came out.

When he dropped me off back home with my mom, I begged her to please take me again because she had to see it as well.

And let’s be real… I also wanted to see it again.

And buy some toys ;)

My artist origin story has, for a long time, been the same: I picked up a pencil the first time I was taken to see the dinosaur bones at the Museum of Natural History in NYC at around age 2 or 3.

This much is true; that is the reason I DID pick them up the first time.

And like most kids at that age, I drew a lot.

But watching Jurassic Park as a 6-year-old who loved dinosaurs changed my life.

After I watched JP, it was no longer a childish hobby to pass the time.

I had to keep drawing so I could hold onto that feeling of wonder.

To this day, that theme song gives me goosebumps and puts tears in my eyes because all I can think of is that little boy on the edge of his seat imagining a world where dinosaurs could still exist.

This blog, and in fact this website, hell, the trajectory of my art beginning this year in 2022, will be a journey to rekindle that feeling of wonder.

Hope you’ll stay around to follow :)