King of wrong came from my own personal brand of weirdness (don’t make me get into it, please!). I have a knack for being wrong and I don’t mean that from an opinion point of view. more or less I draw things that may or may not be pc or easy on the eyes. More or less I may say things that are barf worthy. At least I use to. I guess I’ve mellowed out in my old age. kind of. But after racking my brain for an appropriate name for a comic studio, I thought this one fit perfectly into my plans of being a little more “mature” with my artwork and stories. although, I suppose time can only tell how “mature” they really are. I’m guessing they’ll reach the level of “tolerable” and then dwindle down to “recognizable yet annoying”.

I, Ross Curtis, started comic books at a young age. I was often enchanted by my brother’s abilities to draw people in leotards kicking the crap out of each other with strange powers. So, of course, being the pesky little brother that I am, I had to do whatever it was that my cool older brother was doing. So by the age of 4 (I think) I drew my first comic book ever. Granted it wasn’t very good and involved a superman doing things mostly like changing into Clark Kent in some strange place. Doug, on the other hand, was doing cool stuff like eagle six.

My first real comic book with my own characters was a comic called “The Warmakers”. At the time I didn’t realise the potentials for such a group name ( I mean, come on, good guys calling themselves “the warmakers”? What the hell was I thinking?) but I had my own comic book and that’s all that mattered. It was funny because sometimes I would even do something that peaked Doug’s interests and he would start working on my comics with me. To this day I think our best stuff has been colaborative. We share many characters and pass them off to each other in hopes that the other can salvage a possible lame piece of crap. Doug has rounded out many of my superhero groups and has breathed new life into stories that would have otherwise have taken up one page of a comic and then left blank for all of eternity. And I have helped him numerous times as well. for instance, d.j. is an old comic book character of mine ( in fact, I think he was my first real character ever) who use to run with a universal secret agent named “Johny Powers”. But, obviously Mike Myers ruined all hopes of me ever bringing that character back. So he was forgotten and Doug found a new life for d.j. which makes me really happy because he always deserved to live.

After my brother went to college, I became somewhat of an only child. There was my sister in-between my brother and I, but as soon as I hit high school, she was off to college as well. So I had to find new influence to rectify having somewhat of an artistic ability and a desire to draw guys ( and ladies) in tights.

There was my elementary buddy, Chris. He and I loved three things more than anything else on earth: Martial arts, video games and comic books. They all took precedence in our lives. He had such characters as “Whiplash” and “Thunder Hawk” ( with his permission, I still may use them!). He inspired me a lot to draw. There was my junior high (and throughout high school, just not as much) buddy, Josh. From Josh I learned a lot about sarcasm and parody. He and I were even involved in the humble beginnings of “star dregs”, or what would later be known as “SpaceHack”. There was my highschool best friend Dan who filled me with the more “psychedelic” side of art and was my first huge introduction and influence for music. His stuff was strange (mostly because it was drug induced) and thusly mine became strange as well (again, mostly drug induced). I must say that changed me a lot and how I view the world and approach my art work. I became enthralled with suchthings like “The Crow”, “Pulp Fiction”, “Tank Girl”, “Ren & Stimpy”,“Looney toons” (of course, that was always there since, like, birth), and of course depression. That had the biggest influence on my art out of anything. I guess in a way I used that to fill the void where my brother use to be.

After I graduated, I tried to go to moorhead state university for all of a semester. I was so frickin’ depressed and lost that I couldn’t continue anymore and went back home where I once again threw myself into the arms of drugs (and cigarettes, don’t forget the biggest evil of them all) and my druggy friends. That lasted for god only knows how long (too f’d up to really recall what and wheres). Finally, my brother gives me a call and tells me that he has a job for me down in the cities. Of course I’m excited and immediately pack up my pathetic belongings to go live with my brother. Well, to make a long story short, here I am. I have lived here for the last 8 to 9 years. Most of it has been consumed by my love for music, but now that has been mostly purged, and once again, I have this. King of Wrong. and sadly, I am also once again without the company of my brother who moved back home over 2 years ago. That’s why I am so very happy to have such a wonderful invention as the internet. Now I can still in a sense see my bro every day and still be able to collaborate on projects. But, still my greatest wish is to have a studio and work side by side with my beloved brother, doing what is dearest to our hearts: drawing and once again sharing our weird humor face to face.