it was a cold september noon in 1981, my mother was in a heap of pain but i was 1 month over baked so i was comming out, nothing would stop me... when i got out i was committed, no going back... my mother was crying from a combination of post pardom depression and excrutiating pain... i was crying to partly out of sympathy to my mortal mother and partly because the doctoro slapped me on the ass (how embarrasing)... which brings me to here, im 24 and live in brooklyn, my roomate is sweet and i make art

anything and everything Art

I like to meet people and change/be changed by them, paint, draw, sculpt, take photos, make costumes, make armor, have paranoid apacalyptic discussion and fill out forms like this that i know no one will ever read... except you... haha!