Through my work I attempt to examine the phenomenon of Pink Panther as a methaphorical interpretation of both Andy Warhol and sledding .
What began as a personal journey of bloodyism has translated into images of pasta and vagina that resonate with native american people to question their own blue ness.
My mixed media owl embody an idiosyncratic view of Budda, yet the familiar imagery allows for a connection between Elvis , rabbits and hamburgers .
My work is in the private collection of Joe Dempsie who said ‘Damn!, that’s some real bloody gorgeous Art.’
I am a recipient of a grant from Folsom Prison where I served time for stealing mugs and tie clips from the gift shop of The MOMA. I have exhibited in group shows at Chick-fil-e and Chelsea Galleries, though not at the same time. I currently spend my time between my stairwell and Berlin.
If you scroll past all the Hollywood names in this YouTube blog post, you’ll see down the vlogbrothers down there at the bottom. But we’re above the Wall Street Journal! Take that, Murdoch! Oh. It’s…yeah, it’s alphabetical. I see.
So Hank and I are finally realizing our dreams of being able to…