Artists Statement

The romance of starving artist who suffers for their craft. This notion fills me with a futile and passive contempt for the very audience I crave, Ironic is it not. I swore at a young age not to become the artistic cliche the priveleaged so love to imagine. I traveled the world to gain culture, but lost my virtue and faith. My closest friends and colleagues fell to substance abuse, madness and death. Weakness or co-ersion, They all went pursueing a goal forever just beyond their grasp... in reality a fantasy. Knowing my compulsion to be nothing more than a dream, I pursued it beyond reason. I devoted all my resourses to institutional studies and apprenticeships in fields and disciplines the world over. It has been a long journey through workshops, forges, schools and charactors so unique as to inspire wonder. I took theatre to play the part my patrons desired, I have played the rogue for so long now it has become my nature and my lot in life.

Understand, I am not bitter, the masses think I'm brilliant... I would dis-agree, but they do out number me! I never tire of, “you should do this for a living!” and responding, you should remember my name. I am a surrialist by nature, in a world surreal by choice. My experiences have shaped me and my stuggle for fame has rendered me flippant. It seems I am now somewhat of a social villain, poseesed of impecible eticate. Art has not served me in my life, rather I find myself inslaved to the craft. I once resolved to cease my pursuit of art, only to find my sole addiction is to the creative process. A compulsion beyond my ability to resist. I was once told one must suffer for your craft, it has been fifty years of madmen, villainy and events beyond belief. I am here still. I am still creating. With each day I get better...
you should remember my name.