My pictures are confused, abrupt, adamant, honest and entirely lacking in foresight. They are born from an argument between life's experiences, subconscious impulses and my own muddled aesthetic preferences; this dialogue is strained but ongoing. They are made possible only by the depth of my illness and the gift of my sobriety. I have accepted both graciously. They are, individually and as a group, an unwitting self-portrait.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Some of my brand new stuff....I do about 5 or 6 a week. Trading one obsession for another? Maybe, but drawing wont kill me.
These and over 40 more originals are available for purchase here