Since birth I've been artistic and imaginative, though it wasn't readily apparent to everyone, sense I've always had aspergers (a form of high functioning autism)

My Grandma, (whom we no longer speak with as she doesn't approve of my dad, Soren, being gay) even went so far as to call me unimaginative, as I often refused to participate in the imagination games kids my age were expected to participate in.

In fifth grade, my dad, Robert, participated in a 24 hour comic thing, where artists from around the world would all try to complete one autobiographical comic for each hour of the day. I did the same thing as him, and took a liking to it.

I continued drawing events from my life for years to come, my sketchbooks slowly turning into diaries as I spilled out information. During sixth grade this kept me sane, when my aspergers was effecting my life in the most volatile fashion. We lived in New Mexico at the time, which had harsh social expectations, forcing me to retreat and become completely non-social. I would try to interact, but all attempts would be shot down, so I began hiding from the world during lunch, choosing to write fanciful stories of my much preferable past and about my many characters.

When we moved back to California, the comics stuck, but really started to take hold of my sketch book in eighth grade, thanks to the fact that for the first time in my life I had not one, but several people I could regard as my equals, which was rare for me. In eighth grade I wanted to talk to every one around me, so I started noticing the near but impossible to traverse wall that was aspergers.

I developed coping mechanisms, on purpose, at times. I would put great thought, and go out of my way to find ways to interact with my peers, from figuring out ways to position myself so as to end up at the same place at the same time as my friends, to, in a not so subtle way, making it so they would notice my life comics.

My life comics became, and continue to be the ultimate coping mechanism for me, because when I'm writing and drawing I don't even notice the wall of aspergers, suddenly I can do and say whatever I want. And I can set up and showcase my unique sense of humor, it was perfect!

These comics eventually evolved, and soon I began to notice how valuable they were to me as an artist. So, I decided to start this blog.

I increased the awesomeness of my comics, improved from floaty head comics to six paneled comics, and invented what is now 24 Frames! The unedited life comic of Regan Wolf! (huzzah!)