I made that.

     My Art is about being hungry. It's about gorging and stuffing myself so full of everything I see and still starving for more. It's about something that is inseparable from my soul and yet I have no idea what to call it or what it looks like . It has successfully taken a hold on my entire existence. I have no memory before my period of self/life expressive creation. Astonishingly, I need nothing more than this compelling urge to make "art". I have managed to process everything through a simple and effective method of experiencing life through my mind and allowing it to discharge any unneeded energy through these abstract visual representations of the world we live in. Or perhaps better described as the world that lives in us.