House of Scott

About

The House of Scott is a little patch of internet maintained by myself and whatever open source software I can cobble together to add the features I need. It has seen more than a few complete tear downs and phoenix like resurrections and it was burst forth as a blog this time round the buddhist circle.

Expect posts about the ideas, causes, products and art I find interesting, as well as posts about my own work as a designer and artist. I suppose I need to call myself writer now too. Most of my instructors in college thought I wrote well, so I guess it’s only natural that I came back to it. I thought of specializing on one subject, but my interests are a little broad and my attention span a little narrow to hone this blog down to just one subject. Stick around, maybe you’ll gain a new perspective on something you knew nothing about.

The site will probably grow, evolve and expand with time, but a blog as a front page is probably a handy thing to have for networking and making my way through this hoary Web 2.0 environment. I hope you like it, please feel free to comment, or drop me a line and tell me what you think.

About me: (as told in the third person)

Scott Ritchings was born and continues to live just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia. For those lacking a globe, that’s around the south west corner of Canada, a pleasantly broad valley that’s nestled between the majestic peaks of the Rocky Mountains and the Strait of Georgia in the Pacific. But we’re talking about Scott and not studying geography are we?

Raised in a nuclear family whose atom split at a young age, Scott came out remarkably unscathed, or so he deludes himself into thinking. But a youth fueled by 1980’s popular culture has left him seeing Optimus Prime and Hannibal Smith as father figures as much as his actual father, or stepfather for that matter. Well maybe not quite, more like uncles.

But an increasingly twisted and expansive imagination and no aptitude for advanced math led Scott to pursue a career in graphic design. He has achieved that lofty goal after far too many years in college and far too long as a retail clerk for Optimus’ his father’s liking. But a steady paycheque, a mortgage and car payments is not enough to satisfy this young man. He has taken to creating crude sequential narratives with ink on paper and bold images using screens and squeegees to quench his creative thirst.

What grand adventures await him in the future are not mine to say, but since I’m melodramatically writing in the third person about myself, I guess I have more of an inkling than you dear reader. Enjoy his digital missives to the anonymous masses, fore he’d feel an utter failure if no one ever viewed them.