Anger, rough around the edges

Sometimes, reality is rough around the edges. I try to express that through my art by not making everything perfect, which is also a side-effect of my hyperactive drawing style, but as a reflection of the emotion of a piece.

Bullshit.

Anyways, it's been awhile since I posted anything on this website, but I did this yesterday and felt like sharing it, which feels like an investment, an "I'm back bitches" statement, but the fact of the matter is I'm a perfectionist (not the right word, "perfectionism", since it implies that I occasionally reach perfection, which is not true. Rachmaninoff reached perfection, Shakespeare reached perfection, Hitchcock reached perfection, all for different reasons, but I've still got quite a ways to go) and I'm lazy and I love creating art (an odd combination), even if most of it will inevitably end up at the bottom of a landfill.