About The Artist
C.W. Wright 1924-
Born into a family of migratory masons during the height of the roaring twenties, Mr. Wright found early fame running drinks at his cousin's Baltimore speakeasy, known as "The Crooked Putter." Guests marveled at C.W.'s mastery of obscure Eastern European Languages (Romanian, Austrian, Belarussian and not too shabby with Lowland Lativian dialects) and were most impressed by his skill on the micrograph, and an early version of the strap-on electric synthesizer which weighed almost eighty pounds when fully tuned!
By his early teens he cashed in these talents for a life at sea, where his prowess on the flensing circuit racked up an unprecedented run of medals at the Norway Regionals and led to a brief semi-pro stint in Japan before the banon whaling sent the sport underground.
After the loss of a hand during a tragic baking accident at a Northern Vienna convent, Wright spent several years in a state run institution convinced that attack by a swarm of cicadas was imminent. With the help of religion and opiates he was able to win an early release in the Spring of 1978, just in time to be swept up in the heady days of disco.
It was on the sweat-stained kaleidoscope floors of this international dance movement that Mr. Wright found his passion for photography and graphic design. It all began after three sleepless nights at a penthouse party hosted by Diane Von Furstenburg and ended with the pop of a police photographer's flashbulb. From then on, Wright would rarely be seen without his trusty Leica camera in the left hand and a fifth of Bombay in the gnarled stump that had once been his right...
Today Mr. Wright leads a quiet life in the sleepy seaside town of Santa Barbara with his wife, children, two cats and a cricket. In his spare time he pioneers new methods of invasive taxidermy.