Hello
I'm Greg West and you're not.
You've probably never heard of me and I've probably never heard of you either, so there.
PictureFOR ABOUT TWENTY YEARS (between 1975 and 1995) I labored under the misbegotten notion that I might become a science fiction illustrator. This ambition didn't so much end as kind of peter out — not with a bang, but a whimper. Thank you T. S. Eliot. Here's something else by Eliot:
I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

    A few years ago I came into possession of a little Macintosh, an event that bumped me off into a new direction. Since my Performa 405™ was too stupid to do much in the way of graphics, I reverted to an older habit — writing fiction. Though this is probably another pie-in-the-sky misbegotten notion, it's been snowballing ever since. However, later I hocked my soul to buy a better Mac, a Power Macintosh 6500, and began doing some graphics. Some of the images here were done in Photoshop™. I like it. It's not as messy as paint, and takes up less physical space. I only wish computing were a little cheaper; I paid more for my Mac than my car.
     I work as a graphic artist at a printing company making over ten thousand dollars a year! I've never been married. I don't know why. It just works out that way for some people. I'm losing my hair, I'm overweight, and have high cholesterol. I don't get out much.
     Here's something else by T. S. Eliot:

Footfalls echo in the memory

     Down the passage which we did not take

     Towards the door we never opened
      Into the rose garden.

Tell me if you like what you see at:
wombleweeb@aol.com
The Galleon: Acrylic on illustration board.
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