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I was born in a late '70s blizzard to farmers in north central Missouri. Due to massive snow drifts and white outs I was almost delivered at home. My Dad eventually transported me inside of my Mom by a tractor to the main road that was plowed just enough to get us to the town hospital. They called me Danny Joe. Included Above: Illustrated cats on bedsheets that I still have and sit on while making art / original newspaper clipping announcing my birth / me holding a kitty / Mom's hospital bracelet / note from a teacher / aerial photograph of the first family farm / Santa letter & record are enlarged and explained further down in this essay -Photo of me by: Mom / Aerial farm photo by: Unknown - - - - - This photograph represents a typical day growing up for me. Looking back, there is either a dead or alive animal, a human baby and typically my older brother hamming it up in every family photograph. This is my favorite photo. I'm sure to be preoccupied with a kitty, piggy or something. I miss being a child. I find myself at a loss sometimes in an adult world that seems to have forgotten what it's like to play or be intrigued by the fascinating kingdom we inhabit. Such as, this next  family photo classic. - Both photos by: Dad (?) - - - - - Below is a picture from when we raised sheep and had men come to shear them. I was in charge of stuffing giant bags with the wool. I wonder now who is wearing an article of clothing from a sheep that I helped raise? -Photography by: Gibson Family - - - - - - Dad's Dad was a farmer and Mom's Dad a butcher. I had a really good shot at being one or the other. Maybe both. Sometimes I think either would have been really good professions for me. I guess I still could and continue to make art on the side. Dad's Dad was a man of very few words, valued alone time and walked with a hunch. Mom's Dad is a social guy and can be more of a firecracker and joker. Both men loved to wear bib overhalls. I look forward to growing into my jeans/genes. -Photography of both by: Unknown - - - - - It's interesting how much a man still carries inside from his former self. I'm still not much of a participator in group discussions. But, I do try. The first day of preschool, the act of truly interacting with a group of other humans, was very traumatizing and it still can be. I really appreciate people, but really value alone time too. This has lent to my ability of being content making art. - - - - - Mom & Dad fed my ears the music of The Beatles at a very early age. The apple on records by the Fab Four is one of my favorite design identities and I would comb the record collection for it when I was too young to read. I had speech and social issues growing up and relied on elements like the apple. The apple for Snow White was bad but for white haired little Danny, it was good. My favorite song by the age of 4 or 5 was "Live & Let Die" by Paul McCartney & Wings. I spun the above record so much. I loved the extreme emotional highs and lows and creative energy it swelled within me. I could really sink/sync into it. I would stand on my bed wearing red cowboy boots while casually strumming on a Smurf guitar (I wish I still had this!) during the low parts and then kick off the boots, rip off my shirt and vault off the bed during the high parts. A great deal of joy comes from this memory. I still love The Beatles and finally got to see Paul perform my favorite song of youth this past year and it was a dream come true. I was careful not to kick anybody with my boots though. - - - - - Like most children of the '80s, I was well a-tune to the art of storybook records.  My favorites though were the ones that Hardee's sold via promotional campaign with the movie "Gremlins". When my little brother was born, Hardee's had a new installment on sale around the same time. I was more worried and excited about continuing the "Gremlins" saga/collection than the birth of my sibling. I finally got that record while staying over at my Grandparents as my parents were at the hospital. When my brother came into the world and everyone rejoiced, I was crawling into the story of "Gremlins." To this day, I still am extremely excited about release days for the culture that I enjoy. And I am often more excited for release days than other days and things people get hopped up for in this adult life. I love "Gremlins" so much. I love the way the movie makes me feel. It's one of my favorite Christmas tales. I enjoy talking like "Spike" from the movie/record too. -Record photography by: DJG - - - - - This is a letter I wrote to Santa. I left bacon and Kool-Aid for him, naturally. "I'm real good most of the time, but sometimes I can be pretty stubborn." This is quite accurate to my disposition today. I have very well-lit memories of crawling behind the couch while watching "The Dukes of Hazard." It was my favorite show at the age of 5, but I found the space between the couch and the wall more appealing. I also really loved the Smurfs and wanted to crawl inside of their world. I fancy the idea of worlds within worlds and how there is so much stacked on top of any single moment. So much life feeding on life and we rarely recognize it. Much of the way I put my art together tends to keep this in mind. - - - - - Many young men my age fell in love with movies and pop culture because of "Star Wars." I spent many hours playing "Star Wars" inside and out. At school I often fantasized as Luke Skywalker descending from the gymnasium rafters during boring assemblies. Out in the creek or in the woods, I would play a weird hybrid of "Indiana Solo Rambo Commando". "Star Wars" got me hooked on movies. My older brother and I were known for our "Star Wars" collection. I still have what's left of it on display in my studio. We played the heck out of most of them. Which, is how toys should be played. I loved watching "Star Wars" on '80s network television. It was a huge treat in those days before mass video distribution/technology. There are pros and cons to the way things are now at the buffet, but I really miss the old days of interacting with culture and seeming to get more mileage from it. Our television reception in the country was a quarter fuzz, so I found the white debris to add in dimension to the ice planet Hoth in "The Empire Strikes Back." The memory is one of the reasons why it's my favorite of the original trilogy. Also, it's probably why I appreciate debris and fuzz in artwork. I like the fact that it's a part of the reception/transmission of another world, something bigger than us. In fact, ever since the digital box conversion of last year, I've been bummed out when the television reception goes bad and a digitized "urban camo" appears on the screen. I miss the fuzz. It feels more alive to me. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - In the mid-'80s my Grandma and Grandpa Gibson moved from their farm of many decades to a small town to live out the remainder of life. Around the same time, we lost our family farm and moved to the place my Dad grew up, way out in what some would call the middle of nowhere, The Sticks, USA. It worked out though because my grandparents lived down the street from the school we were bused to and we spent many great evenings visiting with them. Grandma Gibson inspired me greatly with her old fashioned-hands on approach to her arts and crafts and work ethic. She was always doing something. She always had something to show you. We made those cupcake wrapper flowers together, as well as the fox birthday shoutout. She also made the handmade game pieces sprinkled about. When we got together we made art and played. I loved going to Grandma's. That's a special coupon book I made up there too. I also had to draw a map of my neighborhood for a school project and being that I lived on a farm, I just drew what I knew. This map/drawing is of our 2nd farm and the place my parents still live and work. We always had baby animals everywhere and I was driving tractors at a young age. I knew more about farming as a youngster than I do now. At one time I wanted to be a farmer like Dad. But, I guess I am in my own way with the art I produce. -Photography by: Gibson Family - - - - - Grandma made a puppet for my older brother and I when we were very young. This is Barfy up above. Somewhere down the line a dog chewed his eyes off, but I know he can still see. He hangs out in the basement with his friends and they all watch over me when I create. A fond memory with Barfy involves my Mom leaving for Columbia, MO on an overnight hospital visit. I was in the back of the car and told her to watch out for alligators because Colombia, South America has a bunch of them. Actually, that's what Barfy said. I believed him. I still believe him. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - My siblings and I made these flavored soda inspired paper dolls at Grandma's. "Deer Soda" is mine. It makes you wonder what Santa does with his reindeer once they are over the hill. - - - - - These are game pieces Grandma made for "Go To The Head of the Class." I appreciate greatly the individual handwriting and handmade things of others. I am constantly picking up or documenting handwritten scrawls, notes, lists, drawings and human signatures, elements and emotions left behind everywhere I go (below). I am typically more tickled and moved by graphic elements and remainders from everyday people than trained professional communicators paid to decorate the landscape.  But, I do love me some choice everyday professional graphic elements (3rd picture down). And just ask my wife, I can't throw anything away without looking it over real good for potential use or keepsake. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - Above are some of my own notes. I have to jot things down in order to survive the moment as well as my memory and to help me get through certain parts of the day. If I'm without a piece of paper and especially without a pen, I feel unbalanced. I used to have really excellent penmanship but have noticed a collapse in my coordination in the past 8 years or so. Below are other things I look out for and keep documentation of. I've got friends in low places. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - I have hundreds of found gloves. I also found that famed designer Ivan Chermayeff is a glove collector too. I've since weened myself big-time from bringing home so many glove orphans. I miss it though and sometimes can't help myself. The above glove is my favorite treasure. It's looked like a dog since the day I rescued him when I was a grounds keeper. I plan to make an art piece out of all my gloves. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - Out of love or encouragement for my fetish of dead animal parts collected under the bed, Grandma made me a dead animal backpack for hunting outings with Dad. It was denim and ingeniously lined with plastic for easy clean-up. Unfortunately, the backpack was either devoured by mice in storage or was burned in the trash. I wish I still had it. Evidenced above, I still find other ways to bring home some animals and make art out of them. Below is a wasp head I knocked off a couple years ago. They sometimes find themselves disoriented in my basement. I wonder greatly of them and have written some about it. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - One day in Grandma's nursing home room, my late uncle Berlyn said in his thick mumble, "You wanna bobcat paw?" I replied eagerly like any early 20-something would, "Heck yes, I want a bobcat paw." He then pulled a genuine bobcat paw out of his bib overalls and I put it in my jacket pocket. Grandma grinned from ear to ear. I then went home and made a poster of a funny face with it. I am kicking myself for getting rid of the bobcat paw a few years ago. If you've got one to rid of, ship it my way please. - - - - - Grandma made these festive turkeys on the back of a cereal box. She never wasted anything and rarely wasted a day's moment. She was always doing something and in a great mood doing it. I have many of her old handmade decorations. Some of my favorites are Santa Clauses made from toilet paper tubes. I've come to appreciate the genre of folk art via the work I saw around me growing up. It is one of the purest form of arts with the hands-on approach and immediacy of creative spirit, among other things. - - - - - Above are tons of pop culture and fun things I collected growing up. It is the external fuel that added to my graphic language and you can still catch elements of it today. Items include: animal rummy playing cards, bumpers stickers / Garbage Pail Kids / sports logos / Tim Burton's "Batman" /stamps / comic books / The Muppets & anything by Jim Henson / Madballs / "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" / recording Dr. Demento's radio program as well as cartoons on cassette tapes /  "Star Wars" / the "how to draw" books / Mad Magazine / Gary Larson's "The Far Side" / Michael Jordan... - - - - - Above are drawing examples from my formative years. Everything influenced my art from scenes of war to sports team logos to comic books to fantasy worlds to animals to Ren & Stimpy and Powdered Toast Man and architecture. I used to want to be a sports architect (stadium design primarily) until I realized I was terrible at math. That was the deciding point to study graphic design and illustration in college. In the 5th grade I won a county-wide logo contest (newspaper clipping above). I was sad to find they took the liberty to butcher my logo when I passed by the business. But, as years rolled by I gained confidence as a classmate wrote on the back of her picture, "Danny G. Who is a good drawer." Below are influences of language, lettering, symbols, street art and graffiti on art I made in high school. You can still find a range of this in my art 15 years later. - - - - - Above are some books and authors and illustrators I was brought up on. Included above: "The Magic Fish" with extra drawings by Gibson kids / nursery rhymes  / "Animals You Will Never Forget" / "The Animals Who Changed Their Colors" / "Twice Upon a Time" / humor of Shel Silverstein Included below are a few examples of books and artists-illustrators I've fallen for the past decade and see them as a continuation of development from what I was exposed to and loved as a child: "Jaguar & the Golden Stag" / "The Bear That Wasn't" / books with animals as letters / found "Pixie" year book / Henry Darger / Saul Steinberg / Paul Klee / Bill Traylor / Eric Carle /Alan Fletcher / "The Silly Book" / "Who Needs Donuts? - - - - - I really dig John Steinbeck's writing as well as this book cover for "The Winter of our Discontent", which is one of my favorite books. Above that is an image by Seymour Chwast, one of my favorite illustrators. These hang in my studio. Below is my current reading nook. It comes complete with Grandpa's orange chair, cat head pillow by Grandma, images of art by Henry Darger, found Sesame Street art, wood carved animals, books and other things. From this photograph I now realize the marble slab Last Supper sculpture atop the shelf could easily bludgeon my brains in. The buck tooth Santa is a gift from Philip J. Cheaney, an outstanding friend/fellow artist. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - Like most young adults, college expanded and branched on my likes and influences. Items above include: art and life of designer Lester Beall / Seymour Chwast & the artists of Pushpin Studios / art and life of Edward Gorey / designer Saul Bass / Polish posters by Henryk Tomaszewski /the music and art of record label 4AD and designer Vaughan Oliver / Radiohead's "OK Computer" and the art of Stanley Donwood / The Beatles album cover art by Peter Blake and Klaus Voormann - - - - - I listen to a lot of music, but my favorite is Bruce Springsteen. The Boss gets it done for me and is like the John Steinbeck of music writing. I'd love to shake his hand someday. I have my own Boss Pod for walking to and from the day job. I've seen him perform live three times and it's simply not enough. I also watch and am inspired by a ton of movies. I appreciate and enjoy all varieties. I like movies like I do food, fine and junk. My favorite director is Paul Thomas Anderson and find him to be a genius artist. My only complaint with him is that he only has five movies! My favorite movie by him or anyone is "Punch-Drunk Love." I relate so much with character Barry Egan. "PDL"  is a very under-appreciated gem of the last couple decades of movies. I could easily watch it and P.T.'s other passionate and artistic masterworks daily. I get a lot of mileage out of his work just like I do with some other directors, but P.T. is number one. I'd like to shake his hand too. -Photography by: DJG - - - - - Being that I can't afford most artists' work, I look for great one-of-a-kinds at thrift stores. Anyway, I find them more appealing than most high-end art plus it's like finding long lost treasure. There are some true gems and anonymous real artists out there who never receive wide acclaim. At least I can celebrate them on my walls (above). My wife and I collect cats too. Fake ones and real ones (Shadow, Porchie, Gangy & RIP Mazzy)... -All Photography by: DJG - - - - - Every winter I try to make a creature out of snow. Above is a snow kitty. My creations sometime end up in the Kansas City newspapers. People in the community take pictures with them and get excited every winter for them. It means a lot to me to make art for people and for them to be inspired by the simple act of creation. I also want people to find their own creativity and spirit, especially in something as pure and magical as snow. I feel more alive in the winter months, even if my knees are in pain for a week after playing in the snow. Photography by: MMG - - - - - I used to have a big dog named Bear who would follow me anywhere. I can honestly say he was a best friend for many years, particularly in high school. I'd love to have a good ol' dog again someday. I'd love to move to a farm again too. -Bear Photography by: Unknown Below is a picture taken of me by Millie Minor-Gibson called "Pitching Puppies." Labradors love to swim! Mom & Dad have two of them. This picture hangs to the left of my kitchen sink. The photo below that was taken by me and titled "Haybaling Hank". It was a top prize winner at the 2009 Missouri State Fair. - - - - - The photos below document some of the many things I collect and keep in my studio, surrounding me while I work on art. They inspire me greatly and I'm actually running out of room to display everything! Also included are shots of my various work stations within my studio. I call my studio a "clubhouse" because it is made out of scrap boards, furniture and windows from a chicken house. -All Photography by DJG. - - - - - My wife and I enjoy the healthy art of being silly. -Photography by: Cayla Kennedy - - - - - Thanks for taking time out of your busy schedules and fast-flying internet images to look at my essentials, the things that have made me tick and helped influence the way I communicate in art and even life. If you have some more time, take a look at the art I make. Or, just take a look at your own life and time spent down here. People say "don't look back", yet it has all led up to the period at the end of this sentence. And in due faith, we'll get some more steps now and into the big beyond. Love, -djg