A scooterist, an inappropriately self-described Renaissance Man, and an artistic malcontent. Originally from New York but they sent me away years ago, now I reside in Vermont which is just filled with freaks like me. Seriously, you can’t throw a rock without hitting one. Doesn’t mean I’m actually supported by these freaks, they can’t be held responsible for my actions – I’m just living here.

Fine artist, published essayist and illustrator,  graphic and website designer, craftsman, DIY proponent, follower of photorealism, pop art, retro-futurism, dada and anti-art …people with these titles all disavow my existence while I just consume their essense and re-direct it as my own.

…and now I’m blogging, because I have nothing better to do with my words.