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.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
I saw these boys in Winnipeg at Rendezvous Canada '09. If you like The Dropkick Murphys or Flogging Molly, give Mudmen a listen.
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