The smoke clears and out steps our hero, armored only with the knowledge that he is the only one that can DO THE THING. Born and raised in Colorado he had grown used to the high altitudes and cold snowy weather of the season. 4 years of art school in the desolate wasteland of the San Luis Valley at Adams State University had sharpened him against such cold but more importantly it taught him how to create. Painting, sculpting, metal working, these would be his tools for a brighter future. Inspired by surrealism, pop-art and the comic book industry his art work developed its own unique style that explored emotion with color and questioned what details need to be seen to know they are there. His sculptures were a precursor to the training he would gain from the great master T.K. Miller. As an apprentice he learned much about sculpting the female form, as well as adapting the philosophy that more things in life should be taken lightly and pushed forward with a smile and a laugh. Wiping the smoke from his eyes atop the Manitou Springs incline he cried out to the night, I AM CHRIS WOLFE.