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Creating art is how I survive. If I didn't have art I would be dead. Life builds up inside of me: life and love, the good, the bad, the fucked up, myself, the cycle of creation and destruction, and constant change, and the things we cannot change. It builds up until I feel like I'm going to explode, then I purge myself by exploding safely onto the canvas. It's all very bittersweet.

I use all mediums, painting, drawing, collages, sculpting, mosaics, jewelry making, depending on my mood. I use acrylic, oil, watercolor, charcoal, graphite, paper, clay, textiles, wax, and anything I can find. I started drawing when I was about 2 years old, and I started painting at 11, and everything else I picked up along the way.

Art just turns me on. I like the way it *feels* painting and sculpting. There's little to no thought about what I’m creating. I'm an emotional painter. I'm not painting an idea, but I'm painting the emotion that comes with an idea. It's pure inspiration that flows freely out of me.

When the canvas is empty, it is pure, and I want to corrupt it. I want to pull the emotion out of me, the good and the bad, and just explode all over the canvas. The piece becomes a record of me at the time I’m making it. I dance all over it. I have sex all over it. I cry all over it. In my paintings there's blood sweat and tears. I fill it with color, or with the absence of color. A blank canvas is something to fill as little or as much as the moment I’m in at the time.

When I start a new piece, it's just between me, my music, and my art. When the piece is finished, I do care if it affects others. If they love it or hate it doesn't matter to me, as long as there's some kind of reaction, and it breeds conversation and interaction, then I am pleased. The worst thing would be if someone found my art and what I do boring. Read Less