It was my senior year at SCAD and I was working on my Senior Project in Dave Gildersleeve's Class. The Sequential Art Department was full of great teachers, characters, and minds. Dave was the right amalgamation of all three. I really looked up to another teacher there as well.

Ted Stearn was my cartooning Buddha and idolized him the most of all the faculty.There was Mark Kneece, my first sequential teacher. I thought he looked like a cross between Indiana Jones and Harvey Pekar. I digress....where was I?

So I started this long black and white life story and it was worse and worse with each panel. I was frustrated and Gildersleeve stopped me and simply said...why don't I do something with watercolor? He remembered a project I did for him my Junior year and thought I showed some acumen there.

I had just finished reading Kerouac's "On the Road" for the third time and was listening to a lot of Bob Dylan and thinking of my ailing Grandad's life. It seemed my muse was feeling the early sixties at the time. Here is page one of "The Rising Road" (above)

It's dedicated to my Grandad

and to Doug the editor

May you both rest in peace.