Before he could write, James was drawing. At the age of two he scrawled on a piece of lined paper and declared “It’s a worm”. Armed with his battered briefcase filled with pencils and the paper his father would bring home from work, he was always drawing.
“Drawing was the one thing I knew I could do as well as anyone,” he says now. “I was entered in minor contests in school growing up and always did well. I didn’t think much about it, because it was always just my thing.”
As high school came to an end, he was accepted into the Herron School of Art at the Campus of Indiana...more