I was born, Jeremy Christopher Wright, to a teenage runaway in Albuquerque. I ended up on a military base in San Diego at that point being neglected & malnourished so severely I was misdiagnosed terminal at 18 months.

I was eventually adopted by a Vietnam vet from Bellingham & a hair dresser from Portland, that had just lost a biological daughter of their own. The first few months I spent mute, until seeing a soda vending machine, running toward it screaming Coca-Cola! To keep me from crying, my birth mother had been feeding me bottles of Coke as an infant.

Learning to navigate life with learning disabilities & other side effects from this rough start, I found comfort in the arts. My childhood was spent on a farm in rural Oregon. My college years in Portland, followed by a decade in New York City. Now in Los Angeles, I have finally found some form of balance in the yin & yang of nature and urban life.