BIO:I was born in '84 aside a burning bush and raised by wolves. I fought in Vietnam at the age of 7 and composed 12 symphonies at age 9. That same year I wrote the ten commandments, a couple of classic greeting cards, three snuff film scripts and sold Michael the Moonwalk. I went to high school and pissed off my art teachers. I smoked a lot and got fat and arrested. Then I left to NY for college, got sexy and went to Mars. These days I wake up, think of cheese, live in my head & paint when I can.ART:I have no formal training, I never went to art school and I didn't do well in the art classes I did take; I nearly failed an elective painting class in college. But I have always been an artist, so that explains or excuses my resistance and odd behavior. I take inspiration from many avenues. The tragedies and moments of beauty in life serve as the foundation to my creativity. I see the aesthetic in the grotesque and take that to the canvas. I am also fortunate enough to be perfectly strange.
I greatly admire the surrealists of the early 20th century, Salvador Dalà most of all, for their aims to tap into the subconscious. Freud had a point in noting the inherent use of the ego in the process, but the idea intrigues me nonetheless. Artistic ideas come to me at random, best described as individual moments of satori. Often the idea is indescribable, a color or emotion I must manifest. I credit music as part of my creative process, because it evokes these moments of satori. It is my lifeline, and I hope that on some level I can connect with my audience on a personal level the same way music does.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
God, the Devil and Don Francisco, (knowing the latter may very well be one of the two former).