I was born in the upper part of Canada in an igloo about 15 feet around. we ate mostly fish and badgers. on special occasion we would catch a penguin. There was a ship stuck in the ice a few years ago full of barbeque sauce, and since it is always freezing up there it never goes bad. we lived a happy life back then, until my parents were killed by angry polar bears.

we spent many hours in the igloo cause it was cold as hell out all the time. so I spent many hours drawing. mostly ice scapes. snow is very boring to draw after a while, so I started drawing what I imagined what the words in the dictionary looked like. this went on for 16 years. all the drawings were done on snow with charcoal. so they melted away, and are lost for ever…