Born and raised in Ft. Worth/Dallas, Texas–aka
the Heart of Darkness. Escaped to the oasis of
Austin for 8 years, finally beknighted with a
BA in Art from the University of Texas. Sold my
soul to the Devil for a stint (advertising),
then escaped again to Tucson and the
University of Arizona for an MFA
(as Chris Farley would say, "Well, La-de-fuckin' da!")

Now I reside behind enemy lines, in the
reddest state of them all–Utah. But there's also
redrock wilderness here in Moab, and plenty of
remote nooks and crannies to hide a liberal
insurgent from Police State pogroms.

I'd like to express my deepest gratitude to
the Evil Cretin for the mother lode of raw material
he has provided the satire industry. For oil barons,
munitions magnates, and editorial cartoonists,
it's a boondoggle to boggle the mind!

But, like many cartoonists, my portfolio is weak
on oil and munitions stock, relegating me to
the proletariat and prostitution: "Hey, sailor, need
a logo or illustration? How about an all-night website?"
Graphic tricks turned here:
Travis Kelly Graphics