#inkandgraphite – The Outsider is Me

Dying as an Artist and Becoming Undead

I died as an artist many times. It’s not so complicated. Just like the concept of a romantic drowning; drink in the darkness, and just let it take you. Just fade to black and don’t fight it. Accept fate. Accept failure. The killing room begins to fill slowly at first. Trickles and droplets from theContinue reading “Dying as an Artist and Becoming Undead”

How The Fuxk Did I Get Here?

I rediscovered this sketchbook a couple months ago. I date it back to somewhere between 1998 or 1999. When I shoplifted it from the CVS on Wheeler Road in Central Islip New York. It was with me all the time during my first few years of bouncing and somehow it’s one of the few possessionsContinue reading “How The Fuxk Did I Get Here?”