My childhood was spent immersed in the popular culture that millions of children were exposed to in the post war era of 1950’s America. Between watching the countless horror, sci-fi, war, cartoon, cowboy, and puppet shows that glowed from our black and white TV set, I had my collection of comic books and styrene plastic models to occupy my immature brain. My parents subscription to National Geographic magazine fueled an early passion for prehistoric man and primitive cultures. All this under the looming threat of nuclear annihilation. I was a nervous, high-strung child and my mind was filled with a constantly shifting and swirling vortex of imagery in unnatural juxtapositions and combinations – pretty much the very definition of the word “surrealism” as stated in Webster’s Dictionary.