"When I was 5 years-old I made a bet my father that I could eat a dozen (cream filled) donuts in under two hours. Whoever won would have foot the bill. I only made it through two donuts that morning (he still paid for them) but the enduring lesson that I actually learned was to appreciate the opposing forces of something both disgusting and wonderful at the same time."
Scott Teplin was born in 1972 on Halloween in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He had a fun but troubled youth that included getting expelled from middle school, burning off his right nipple while playing with homemade fireworks and irreparably embarrassing his family during his bar mitzvah. He earned shitty grades and avoided art because he thought it was for dumb kids. After inexplicably getting accepted (very late admissions) into UW-Madison, Teplin enrolled in a drawing class which he loved. Spending his junior year in Europe convinced him that he needed to be an artist. After college he moved to Manhattan where he worked in a run-down art supply store and collaborated with a group of eccentric book artists until he ran away to UW-Seattle for an MFA in printmaking. Two years later Teplin moved back to New York City where he still works today.