Artist Statement

In My World.

In my world art means communication, it means no fabrications but an imitation of what our imaginations, replication is.

In my world we don’t apologize for being human, we dramatize the organized, moralize the authorized but most importantly hypnotize the simple minds.

In my world we seek to find perfection in the defection of introspection.

I look for art that sees, breaths and makes you want to get up and dance or sing or change the world. I look for art whose sake is not fake but a heroic escape to something much bigger than itself.

I look for the art in me because I am my art’s own maker, breaker, shaker and innovator.

I might be quiet but I will listen until I’ve heard it all.

“Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.”

I live to learn, but I am still learning to live.

Truth be told I am the definition of white privilege; but I know what my privilege involves. A voice strong enough to carry the weight of peace. I am not going to protest until an unjust arrest, but I will be in line with a peaceful sign letting my heart be heard. My heart being heard is my statement. My art; my sword is the raiment to my attainment.

My body, mind, voice and spirit are the tickets to my exhibit, which will blow your fucking mind.

I’m no poet but the moral of the story is on a Thursday night when I could be getting drunk, I come home like a punk and freestyle a paper, because I am a doer, a go-getter, a mover and shaker, a work until its done kind of guy.

I am a renaissance man.

I am making the transition from the modern world to the neoteric world.

I am evolution.

I am revolution.

My medium,

life.