Steven Michael Bohls
Meet Steven
Steven Michael Bohls grew up across the U.S., spending his early years in Idaho, Washington, and Georgia. He settled in Utah after high school and began his career as a burgeoning artist in all respects: writing, ceramics, drawing, painting, software engineering, mechanical engineering, and more.
In 2016, his career focus turned exclusively to writing as his first book, Jed and the Junkyard War, was picked up and published by Disney. Since then, he has published the book's sequel — Jed and the Junkyard Rebellion — and authored the best-selling novel Lux, a continuation of Brandon Sanderson's Reckoners series. He is currently working on an epic fantasy series of his own, the first book of which is tentatively titled, The Rise of Steel.
In 2022, Steven's focus turned back to art as he randomly bought a giant CNC machine and put it in his garage. Since then, his house has been filled with resin, wood, metal, and anything else you can cut with a CNC machine, and his life has been filled with art. The process used in creating each Veiled Resin piece is the result of a year's trial-and-error journey that took the art from concept to reality. With the help of his business partner, Matthew Graff, Veiled Resin is becoming a reality as well.
In his free time between writing books and making art, Steven is firmly entrenched in nerd culture. He loves Magic: The Gathering, Metroidvania-style action-platformer videogames, and — evidenced by his art pieces — confidence-crushing games likes Hollow Knight, Darkest Dungeon, and Dark Souls. He is currently watching a lot of Paw Patrol thanks to his two little boys.
Steven lives in South Jordan, Utah, with his wife Jackie, his two daughters, his two sons, and his irritating Shiba Inu, Icarus.
Art Through Steven's Eyes:
Art is a woodland siren, hidden deep in a misty forest. Some artists live as hunters, intent on capturing her in her own domain, tying her with ropes and bringing her back to their village. Hunters seek her with voracious hunger.
But she hides well.
Her tantalizing scent leads pursuers in an ever-maddening chase, deeper through the woods. But she is never meant to be captured and brought from her home. She is not a prize to drag around on a chain. She’s not a trophy. She’s not a mistress with whom to share one night of passion. She is a companion. A friend. She’s as close as any friend—not because you ventured to her forest to meet her, but because you live in those very same woods. You wander the same paths. You eat from the same trees. You drink from the same streams. You can spot her green eyes through the brush as they are more familiar to you than your own. You’d recognize the sound of her laugh in a second—having heard it every day. She is dear to you. You would defend her with your life. Because you would die without her.