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John Charles Murphy, a Durham/Wilmington, NC native, spends most of his time biting his nails and doodling hideous creatures and ugly people in his sketchbooks. He started making the Stupid Creatures in Oakland, CA briefly following his dismissal from a tedious catalogue design job which he hated worse than pork rinds.
Anyway, 5 years after creating the clumsily stitched Albertine, he continues to live his dream of unconventional art-as-work, with creature customers spanning the globe, and countless throngs of giggling, gossamer-clad maidens fanning him with the flayed skins of his conquered enemies. He also wrote Stupid Sock Creatures, a book about making sock monsters, which, when bought, read and used induces euphoria.
Currently he resides in Asheville, NC, where he keeps a studio in the River Arts District, writing comics, making monsters and revisiting his earlier love for ceramic sculpture.
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Ian Cameron Dennis was born on October 1, 1981, at (supposedly) 1:11 AM. Despite having lived in a town full of new-agers for the better part of the last six years, he has never developed an interest in numerology, but he can't help wondering what all those 1's might portend. Greatness, most likely.
Ian is a staunch North Carolinian, born in Boone, raised in Winston-Salem, and higher-educated in Asheville. Those two acrimonious years in South Carolina (1988-1990) shall remain apocryphal.
Since 2000, Ian has been clawing his way to a BFA in ceramics from the University of North Carolina at Asheville. His senior show, entitled "Collect Them All" was comprised of ceramic aliens, monsters, and robots fighting and killing each other. It was well-received enough to get at least 30 seconds on the local news. See? Greatness.
Now Ian is beginning to pursue his lifelong dream of making toys. After he masters making Stupid Creatures, he hopes to turn some of his ceramic characters into stuffed toys for grubby small children to hug, hit, and generally abuse. Maybe even vinyl figures for developmentally arrested adults (not unlike himself) to covet endlessly and spend obscene amounts of money on, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
