Christopher Goodwin first came to prominence on a cold January day in 1970, when, emerging pinkly from the womb, he became the sole child of David Goodwin and Charolett Baker of Dayton, Ohio. His artistic talent was readily apparent when, at only several hours old, he spit up on Charolett's hospital gown, plangently anticipating the performance artists who would not gain notoriety until well into the Reagan era. At age seven, Goodwin displayed a willingness to confront traditional notions of propriety when he set fire to a small patch of the living room carpet, at once challenging parental authority and boldly rejecting the green and gold color scheme that obtained in the heavily curtained room. On a hazy July day in 1981, those who cared to investigate could find the rosy-cheeked and surprisingly portly Goodwin chucking, in hints of his later iconoclasm, a succession of discarded bottles against the practice wall at the local school. The resulting pile of shards and bits of glass was—until swept up by the janitorial staff—a cutting rebuke to the woefully inadequate arts education funding in the public schools. Goodwin threw caution to the four winds in 1987 and, without trepidation or money, left Dayton to burst upon the roiling Washington, DC, art scene. One year later, Goodwin enrolled at the Corcoran School of Art, deciding not long after that taking an extended (and ongoing) leave of absence would be advisable. The year 2018 finds Goodwin living and painting in Durham, NC, where he enjoys attending Small Claims Court hearings, interrogating his cats, and taking brisk walks on the roof.