Artist Bio

As a kid, Maurice Wingfield always had a pencil in his hand.

“I’ve been drawing longer than I’ve been doing anything in my life. My father taught me how to read a schematic and concepts like perspective. Sometimes, I feel like my brain is only working when I have a pencil in my hand. Drawing was a way to project my imagination onto the world, and sometimes, a way to get my ass whipped for drawing on the walls.

Not only did my Dad teach me how to handle a pencil, he saw computerization happening in the VA hospital where he worked as a boiler operator for almost two decades. One day, he went out and bought one. It was love at first sight. Within the computer was the structure that was completely lacking in my life. Computers made sense and they invited you to peer inside. Unlike the featureless black mirrors we carry in our pockets today, this PC clone easily weighed thirty pounds and had huge phillips head screws that you could just undo and open up the machine. Everything was laid out and exposed; the harddrive, the ram, the processor. You can call Intel and they’ll send you the manual detailing every aspect of the device.

In a world where people spend more time with a computing device than I ever dreamed of when I hung out in the computer labs at Shaker High, all I want to do is move to a farm, draw comics, and build robots for the rest of my days.”