Biography

We are all the children of history. Art reflects the time and

culture of its creation.

I exist in a world between worlds, and in my shadow, I draw together the

landscapes, places, biological organisms, and strange myths that make my

life is grotesque and beautiful.

I owned an oddities store in Las Vegas. After

It fell apart, and I found myself in a visceral and banal world, which inspired dreams of something sublime, alien, and inhuman yet comforting because it is also physical. I paint and draw

these meat babies and broken things because I see flesh as a universal horror we are all trapped in. I worship at the altar of the medical

illustration, Frances Bacon, and my new crone reality. When I am done, I hope to transcend this

space and become the great and horrible things I dream of. The terrible thing, inexcusably truthful, and floating in a world free from pain.