No face means you’re as hot as I want to imagine you being. Side note: I painted my house in these very colours.
Death-obsessed and liminal; demarcating a visceral junction of the gay, the grotesque and the wildly overstated. It's something like grafting the rot of ages onto the depravity of Classicism, or maybe like putting a dress on dirt; in there exists a fragmented and bent aesthetic --- with occasional taxidermy. This is my journal, my sketchbook, my card index. Think recombination, schism, suture, graft and
shard; Chrysalis, threshold, shattered mirror jarred.
shard; Chrysalis, threshold, shattered mirror jarred.
