Name: Stephanie Brunson
DOB: February 18, 1983
Born: Orlando, Florida

Being a baby was probably one of the most unartistic things that has ever happened to me. It was full of diapers, bottles, blankies, and pacifiers. Because of this, I believe that it will be more interesting to you if I simply skip ahead to the more interesting things in my life. I will start this with the most important thing any baby learns; walking.

I have been an artist since the first time I picked up a crayon and colored all over the walls of my house. It's true, you can ask my mom. Once I became adept at wall art (which I love thoroughly, and still indulge in every now and again when I am at someone's house besides my own) I started working on other types of art, such as, art on paper.

Ok, in all honesty, I spent most of my middle school career crying to my mom because I thought I was a bad artist. Then, when all looked as though it was about to be lost, I learned something special, if you trace things, they look really good. This shut me up for awhile, and also taught me the basics of drawing by rote. Once I became good enough to look at a picture and draw it without tracing, I went to the next step.

Highschool art classes. My first highschool art teacher was a wonderful woman and a great artist, but she thought that the way to teach children to draw was to give them 5 steps to an easy picture. Then, we learned to trace. Been there, done that. So, I moved on. I took another teacher. She was my pottery teacher, and taught me the real truths about pottery.

1. I am not good at it.

2. I should not try to get good at it; I am that bad

3. You can lose body parts on a potterywheel if you are not careful.

Because this disheartened me, I think I would have given up art and resigned myself to being a band geek, had not a friend of mine told me to try the last art teacher left in our school. Sally Woods Alexandres was the best art teacher I have proabably had to date. She taught not only about techniques and style, she taught us about art. She taught us about the artist. She gave slideshows in the closet of different artist's work. She taught us above all that she loved art, and not only that, she taught us why she loved it. Somehow, in that classroom full of crazy art zealots, slackers who took art for an easy 'A,' and a few kids who never bothered to show up at all. Some of us realized that art is something that should be part of you, not just something that you produce. I took 5 different classes under her.

We went on to art colleges. My good friend, Diane, who was probably the reason I kept going with the school's art program went to SCAD. I went to another college and four years later graduated from Ringling School or Art and Design with a BFA in Illustration.

I worked several different freelance jobs before finding myself in Oregon working an internship at Garage Games. While I was there, I fell back into another love of mine; Computer Programming. I purchased a house in Florida, and returned to school, earning myself a BSIT from the University of Phoenix.