I am a fine artist, which in "art speak" means that I'm super hot and I like to paint. I haven't been painting for very long, only since about January '08, but ever since January '08, I've spent a long time painting. I used to be mucho creative, and then I fell victim to the brain juice-sucking wrath of college. I've had about forty-seven majors and I have so many student ID's that I could market them as a collectable Melissa Stanjeski trading card set. Recently, I decided to forever dismiss myself from school so that I may forever commit myself to painting. Out of everything I've ever experienced in my life, paint is the best thing to ever happen to me -- ever. There's almost nowhere I would rather be then at my swanky studio workspace (the kitchen table) gnarled up in a knot with some headphones, some painting utensils, and armed with an infinite hall pass to wherever I want to wander. There's nothing comparable to those undisturbed hours upon hours of getting buck-wild in your own head; Fantasia has no boundaries, and if you know what I know, then you know what I mean. It's the best stuff on Earth.
*Check my paint, it's what makes things go bump-bump in my chest all day. I eat, sleep and dream about it, and when you learn to start seeing it, there is art in everything you see -- real talk.
*Go check my SEMI-skillz in my photo gallery!
