So, to preface this menagerie of paintings, drawings, films, sculpture, storyboards, graphics novels, animations and more, I want to emphasize that all this and more is stuff left behind like the wake of a ship. Making stuff and wearing the mask of an artist has been glorious and pitiful, enjoyable and infuriating, but never, ever satisfying. What has actually kept me going has been the perpetration of situations where others, friends and colleagues and strangers, were enabled to have their own ideas and bring them into existence in their own way with my only participation being as a living example, or just being the freak who cracked open the squat-house. That is where the satisfaction lives. To be the inspirational gargoyle in the flesh. To drive back the demons of doubt and egoic self-consciousness, to play the liberator. The rest is just the scraps left behind, and the lies, and the gossip of so-called “reputation”.

Realize your vision. The world is on fire. Now.