Okay so I wrote out a nice little article about why my art is the way it is, and I go to find a picture to put with it, but when I navigate back to my post, blip! Eaten by the gremlins that lurk in the dark shadows of the web. Aaaaaand, because my ADHD brain says "What?!??! Oooh shiney! And where am I going to store that big of a camel? Oh, no, what did I write just now, dammit remember!!" I've straight up forgotten whatever bullshit I was trying to spin as a "bio" or whatever it is the gurus recommend. C'est la vie.
My art is strange, yes I know, it's my brain poured out onto a page or a canvas or a wall or a hoodie.
My life is hard, yeah, but I try to make the lives of those around me a little easier and a little brighter, and I'm always grateful for the folks that do the same. Thanks for reading my mind goop.