Father. Husband. Son. Brother. Kid from the East San Fernando Valley becomes comic book creator, novelist, concept artist, storyboard artist, instructor, worshiper of classic Spielberg and Lucas, fanatic of all things dinosauria, Los Angeles sports teams fan, enjoyer of tacos up and down the West Coast, Kurosawa and Hitchcock sycophant, driver of fast European cars, inherent resister of authority, and graduate of Art Center College of Design.
...was named Yaz, and I'm not referring to Carl Yastremski, former outfielder for the Boston Red Sox. I designed this guy while I was working on the picture, and even did a sculpture of this character. The idea was that Yaz was an alien made of 'living jade' and was covered with runes and hieroglyphs. I even have pics of myself with the sculpture somewhere. I'd post them, but why embarrass myself any further?