Tanks. Tanks. I’m tanking and tinkering while lingering on a thought that I’ve fought for a time until I stopped. . . I bought into a life that bleeds strife Got caught in a life and I was blind. My mask of defenses – Disintegrating. Add shading to all of the angles. See reality fading. […]

This here is a throwback to one of the first works of mine that actually encapsulated the aesthetic and conceptual strength that I work to produce. I had been delving into Jungian ideas about our individual and collective psyche. I myself, at the time, fell prey to my own self-destructive habits and sought to look […]