Though my early years were spent in the city, my most formative years of my youth were suburban. Further complicating living in the suburban cesspool I, like any angst ridden young white male, found a love of the urban arts (i.e. writing on stuff, breakbeats, and anything that was essentially a slap in the face to suburban culture). It was kind of like 8mile but without any of the real life problems. Eventually I matured and stopped being embittered by that which I was born into, life became less tedious, and, though holding to parts of my angst, I more or less matured. Ever since I’ve been investing every spare moment not spent on the cumulative upkeep of life into painting, community based arts, and being an avid reader.

As for my art, just look at it. Thematically my art can be divided to three different types, graffiti, portraits of authors, and consolatory and self affirming cartoon characters.