Art itself is about being un-binded but creating a visual relationship with the viewer. As an artist, my truest form tends to play out through symbolism and pictures of my own invented language. I have spent most of my life as an entity in unfitted wilderness. I learned how to be wild on my own terms. Throughout that time I found myself continually curating my own life as an art form in itself. Using painting and drawing as a diary to my secret language. Including all of the heartaches, hardships, and daily sea of emotions. I have never been first choice or the dream relief to anyones nightmare. Always a step on the edge of an outside conformity. From wearing that one shirt just a little too odd or just being too much of an outcast to realize there was another set of rules I never seem to learn. Everywhere I go I continue to make myself a small work of art. That is what I feel to be the true secret to being an artist. My own life consist of waking up everyday for the love of breakfast food and black coffee. Finding self care in an abundance of plant life, music, and tattoos. That is where my artistry lives, breathes, and grows. I am a collector of all things soulful to myself. From record vynyl, crystals, exotic coins, or weird art. All play parts in my own external world.I am my own sense of exotic and character. My own habits curate the viewers I want or the critics I may need.