At the time, I was a fervent “Born Again” Christian
and in my mind already making the rounds through
the very young female congregation, a wolf and my
bottomless box of lambskins. My self-righteousness
was a pungent aphrodisiac, and a serious performance
enhancer. My life clicked loudly like a swiss watch.
Now I am just a Con & Fine Artist with an obvious bad side.
Some say, living out a dark projected future, with a
personality like a slot machine, untethered and free,
teetering on maladaptive. An erratic emotional availability,
no stamina for romantic relationships. A sex addict,
a porn addict and a victim of the archdiocese. Creating
artwork to be famous, to stop distraction, and to feel
better upstairs. Playing with problems, and ignorance,
applying poetic solutions to personal struggles,
and turning fears into symbols.
I live off the waste of the land, prefer to learn by accident.
Tend toward seclusion, with a few drinks quite the opposite.
I want to commune with nature, get a farm by the bay,
get an outboard, crab for food, collect waste oil for my diesel,
earn tax breaks for getting off the grid, make art & furniture.
Fully embrace Nihilism, dance naked in the rain chanting for
the end of time.