Gregory Topscher was born in the Lone Star State to grayness and wind until one day, caught on a wayward tumbleweed, he found himself in the green and lush of Virginia. He went to many schools, one of which was founded by that lovely ruling couple, King William and Queen Mary, where he received his English degree, which he now brandishes like a whip for reaching far away objects of his desire. One such object was a bed in Austin, where he feels home at last. He brought with him from the east coast a bag of winds, a caravan of crying clouds and a couple snow flurries, which have a way of slipping out the window from time to time. He has been cutting paper for years now has been writing for even longer and is always looking for an opportunity to create something, especially in collaboration.