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- About Me:
- Real name Rich but everyone in my family calls me Ben or Benson by my middle name. My father's evil curse on my future was wanting to name me Benson Wadsworth Dombrauskas, thank God for the pain killers to wear off after my mother gave birth. She ripped the original birth certificate from my father's hands and changed my name to what it is now, Richard Benson. But my father got his way as everyone calls me Ben today anyway. I guess my father wanted me to be a boxer or something with BW. I thank my mother every birthday for not naming me Wadsworth.
For whatever freak reason this is, almost every guy in my family on my father's side has been a fine artist or cartoonist but not one of them tried it as a career. My aunts and female cousins were usually into arts and crafts. My brother Jason is a phenominal writer and my sister Meagan is a gifted singer. My father (who had passed away in February '08 R.I.P. Pop, we miss you dearly) was a brilliant oil painter who gave it up years before I was born and his oldest brother, my uncle Johnny (my favorite relative, this man is indistructable, he legally died three times and was revived each time; still alive and kickin'. He is also the oldest of eight.) he drew the absolute most beautiful cartoon women. A couple generations later my cousins evolved into great fantasy style artists and then I came.
I still remember running down the stairs in an eratic state excited to show my parents the drawing I did of spiderman (on regular notebook paper 8.5x11) from a Marvel trading card. My father's first response was handing me back the picture and congratulating me on the great tracing I completed. As a result I crumbled up the picture and threw it at him and ran back up stairs to my room, I was seven years yold. My father proceeded up the stairs to chase after me, like Homer Simpson would going after his son Bart (sometimes without the choking this occurred) and then saw the trading card sitting there that I copied from and started to compare it to the drawing of spiderman that I had finished. In a startling amazement my father was mesmerized, he then started running down the stairs more excited than I was in the first place. I thought he instantly became crazy, so I just stood in my room in confusion not knowing what to do. As my brother Jason and I listened in on this mad man screaming like a high pitched hound dog smokin' crack, barking at my mother. Still not understanding what the hell was going on I heard my name being called as if the wardon had it in for me, I was toast. What the hell did I do was the expression on the minature bull's face charging down the steps trying to run over the man who called me a tracer (go get 'em Banky). My father started laughing at this angry little seven year old and then stopped my head instantly by putting out the old tree branch to keep me from getting any closer. He succeeded, until I realized I can give him an uppercut to the nuts. As I proceeded to do so, my father snatched me before I could conquer in on bashing the baby makers that just created my newborn sister Meagan a few months earlier. He finally explained to me "it's o.k. you're not in trouble" "what the hell did I do" was my immediate response. A quick tap to the mouth following a quick reminder "no cursing infront of your muth, wut I tell you 'bout cursin' boy".
For the next few months my parents did what they could to save up enough for only half a semester of scheduled art and cartooning classes based out of Princeton Art Works. It was kind of cool for the first experience but all the kids were a lot older than me and there was even a young adult there besides the teacher studying. Later I found out my father purposely set it up as so. His mission was to show me that my talent was of a seven year old and that I needed to compete against more talented artists on a highschool level. I went on for a full semester the following term but eventually we couldn't afford it anymore. So my father started to teach me what he knew in oil painting. This was the first time I had heard of this inheritance that had been passed on from generation to generation. I hated it so much because that's when I realized no more art classes. But my father insisted that we would take it slowly for the simple fact he was just starting to paint again and man did he pick it back up. His favorite and best paintings were of landscapes and horses usually in a racing scenario.
Over the years in grammer school some friends of my brother and mine started stupid comic book projects that eventually led up to a split in competition. See in my area all the schools had art competitions for every grade every year. One student was hand picked each year from grades 3 through 12 out of the local fourteen schools that participated. There had been a reputation building up from the school's faculty about me and my brother getting into a lot of fights against the older grades. My father at one point brought in the coffee and donuts for the nuns and secretaries. But this was in celebration that for the first time it wasn't our fault getting in another fight. This kid in 5th grade stabbed my brother in the neck. So I jumped out of my seat (oh yeah I forgot to mention my brother is the same age as me therefor in the same grade as well. He's only four months older, He's actually my cousin by blood; NO we are not inbred my mother and his mother were twins and my mother adopted my brother when we were young but we didn't know there other brother's mother confused yet? Me too.) jumping out of the seat I started pounding on this kid who stabbed my brother in the neck with a pencil. Da nuns disagreed with my defense and my brother gettin' in a few extra jabs to the ribs. My father lost it and took us out of school but we had to continue there based on good behavior due to the fact no other school's would take both my brother and me. My father refused to seperate us, so we continued to 8th grade there.
Each year I was denied the chance to compete in the school's art competitions, mostly because of my disciplinary actions. I thought finally I have to get the shot to compete this year since all my other friends got the opportunity and I was the last one left before highschool started. Nope, it was given to my best friend at the time Claudio, again. It was always him and me trying to out draw each other, this continuing all throughout highschool. When I was denied this chance six years running, my father blew up again and refused to let this one slide. He dragged me to the competition with my art supplies and tried entering me in through a fake school St. Sebastion's. Didn't work. Not even close. But we watched the competition from the front row and he had me follow the judges instructions. The subject that year was to draw your principal's portrait from memory. What the hell? Everyone was nervous in expression especially me with my crazed father determined that I win. This sucked we had twenty minutes pencils down. When I finished my father ripped the pad out of my hand ran up on stage and demanded I be judged in the competition as well. Authorities were called, me and my friend started laughing for this wasn't the first time this happened. Competition was delayed until we left the premises. So we left.
Started highschool on a clean slate but did get suspended every year, never expelled though. I fell in love with art all over again since the art classes were actually real. Mrs. Whalen, my art teacher took me under her wing and had me study art rigorously. She entered my work to this yearly art scholarship under false pretenses that I was at least 16 years old (age requirement) when I was only 13. The scholarship was sponsored by Robert Wood Johnson & Johnson taught at Mercer County Community College in fine arts and graphic design by Mel Leipzig and Anne Bobo. I was selected one of twenty out of the eleven highschools in the three county area. Forget the stupid competitions I'm going to college. I was accepted all four years of highschool, even when they found out my young age. I recieved a certificate of completion in the college courses of fine arts by Mel and graphic design by Anne. By the age of eighteen I only had basic classes left to complete. So I went to college. (to be cont. gotta go ...
- Hobbies:
- Eating Out, Astronomy, Family time, Making art, Outdoor Activities, Cooking, Live Music, Watching Films, Pets, Collecting, Sports, Traveling, Gaming
- Favorite Movies:
- Anything with Alyssa Milano, Godfather I & II, Animal House, Forest Gump, The World According to Garp, History of the World, Blazing Saddles, Spaceballs, Old School, Screwed, Super Troopers, Beer Fest, Empire Records, Clerks I & II, Mallrats, Tom Cats, Du
- Favorite TV Shows:
- Discovery Channel, History Channel, ESPN, NFL Network, the Simpsons, and of course Charmed
- Favorite Music:
- Any variety of music that can be blended in to compliment another style or form of music, not noise but true music that opens your emotions.
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