Wednesday, May 13, 2015

I've been making so much recently I forget to post some of it. Sorry folks.

When I was a boy I dreamed on being unhuman. Human's need sleep and  have to be around in the mornings. I didn't want either so as I was an insomniac at age 10, I made the best of it and imagined my self as special and amazing. In those hours of not sleeping I would think and plan out art to make the next day or even weeks. I guess my first art desk was my ceiling at the top of my bunk bed.