My art is like a hurricane. It is kind of fun and all windy but I guess at the same time it’s kind of overrated. I mean people are talking about it for weeks. They are all building it up to be a life changing event. You put on your fanciest clothes and clean up nice to prepare for the big event. You sit in your ford Taurus just waiting and waiting. Finally it shows up and the first thing you think is, “wow this is alright.” The storm hangs out for a while and is fun, but then like your uncle it simply does not get when it time to leave. You keep giving him hints that you have to wake up early but damn he just will not leave. Any way back to the art, yeah this is my stuff.
I like to draw animals because they were around long before I was born and they might still be around before I die if we don’t end up killing all of them. To me animals represent a part of life which is nice but dangerous. Your dog is a good example of this. He is a nice looking dog that chills on the floor most of his life. You walk by and pet him and he wags his tail. All good so far, but every once and a while you leave out some food and boom he strikes. Your food is brutalized beyond all recognition. Whatever chance it had is long gone. You walk by and you see your dog smirking. He knows he wasn’t supposed to do that. You go over and feel his stomach. You can feel that hamburger rumbling inside his stomach. You are getting hungry just petting that dog. You think about how your life came to this and you just lie there on the floor with your dog, peering off into the madness of space, asking for an answer. You get no answer; all that is left is the massive collective of insanity that we call life. You have to deal with what has been given to you, so smile and laugh. Just like my drawings, it doesn’t make sense but whatever, might as well make the best of it and enjoy them for what they are.
Artist Bio / CV
I grew up in East Hampton on Long Island. For the most part I was always a science and math nerd. I went to a private high school that had an extensive art program but I still mostly stuck to the hard sciences. I did some acting and video editing but most of my extracurricular activities were sports. After high school I went to the University of Rochester. I graduated in 2008 with a degree in molecular genetics. While I found the material interesting, I found the actual life of a scientist rather boring and grueling work. Because I did not want to go work in a lab all day I looked around for other things to do. I got a job at a gym to kill time and to get a free gym membership.
On a whim I started to draw, write and make movies. I never had any formal training, but I am not really the kind of person who cares about that stuff. I would just try to create artwork that I would personally enjoy. Slowly but surely my drawings just evolved to fit my ever increasing arbitrary standard. Over time I realized I enjoyed my artistic endeavors much more than my scientific life. I tried to apply to medical school but failed to get accepted and decided that once and for all I was done with that part of my life. Now I am unemployed and completely lost to the whims of the economy. So I might as well take a chance on a dream and try to become an artist. If I try and fail then at least when I am an old broken man I can be an old broken man without regrets, which is still slightly better.