“A fucking letter grade will NEVER define my intelligence. I am a dreamer, an artist, a leader… In no form do I need or want a teacher’s stamp of approval. School is just a waste of time & does nothing but bash your hopes & rip apart your dreams. Having a stranger tell you ‘you failed this class because you’re not smart enough to move on.’ Fuck school, and fuck this class.”

So a few years ago I got really drunk, and as you all know an inebriated fifteen year old with no-one-understands-me issues rarely makes good decisions. The gist of the story is that I painted a sprawling (note that it was rather embarrassing and emotion-riddled) message that only recently started annoying me enough to actually paint over it with white paint. I then decided it looked too... empty. Or whatever. And thus began this experiment. It's a work in progress. I will further post my progress as I go along.

There's Something About Destruction in Autumn

I've never really thought much of my art, mostly because it isn't much. But some asshole once told me that people should be proud of their creations. So, here it is. Btw, a lot of my work was  inspired by Jackson Pollock, purely because of his anarchy.