I've been doing this work for a long time. This work. That work. It's all been a natural progression of seed to leaf. Although I'd experienced certain forms of super natural and synchronicity before, it really all began for me in the spring of 2006.
Macomb, Illinois. Basically a dried up farm town with a giant university dropped on it.
I found something. By working my mind and recording my progress I was gifted something from the universe. At first it seemed like a wake up call, your life is only a blink of an eye - you don't have much time - Now I view it as an affirmation. It also said to me. "you are on the right path"
I got the keys to the time machine and they're all mine.
What is real? Can we time travel without knowing how? Do ghosts talk? Can I read the universe? Can your thoughts affect the world? How many times have I been haunted? Am I here now?
Naturally I should tell you about how I found my future. I've never been a dumpster diver but one day while out for a jog, I looked down into someones trash and found two photo albums from the 1890s. One of them was red with golden clasps. A surreal experience. I open them up to see they're full of pictures. So I made off with them and continued to jog. How odd a scene? A young man running across town with two antiques under his arms.
It blew me away that these items had been left for the landfill. Something in them spoke to me. It started as a simple experiment and it seemed to me that the world, the universe, the powers, the forces, the spirits - whatever the fuck it is - they have kept nudging me along. Sometimes slapping me in the face. Sometimes barely at a whisper.
It says to me - we like that - we like what you're doing - keep doing that - and maybe we'll talk to you more - reveal ourselves to you more - hell. maybe we'll sleep with you. all of us.
so i keep painting them. i love the way they look. i love the subjects. i love the contrast. i love the experiment man. lets see what THIS will do.
and i keep blowing my own mind. don't get me wrong - the outside world and the effect it has on other people push me plenty - but man - the simple act of doing it - of experimenting - of coming to a conclusion from chaos. THAT is where it's all at. Fuck selling it. Fuck showing it. The ACT - The RITUAL - that's where it's at.
Don't get me wrong. There is ritual in showing too. OH there's plenty of ritual in every act you do. Some more than others. But if you don't have a mind explosion once in a while in the studio. Ya oughta be doing something else.
I've met some amazing people. Not all amazing in the sense that they were really nice or polite. Amazing like wow - people like THIS are out there? They exist.
I met a woman who claimed she was a seer. While viewing a huge room installation I had done she told me that the spirits were grateful. She told me they had all gathered round to witness this. The shrine that I built.
It's true. These people - although they are dead and I don't know anything about them - They changed my life.
The last six years has been surreal man. A trip I NEVER would have expected to go on. And almost instantly out of college.
My whole life my farmville family had asked me what I was going to do with art. I'm in art school - WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT
I'm going to make art - not only that but I'm going to go after what I want. I'm going to live like it fucking matters. Because it does.
We don't all have a lot of power but thats one piece of power we ALL have. WE ALL have a choice. You choose how you're going to live your life every day. It becomes redundant but you shouldn't forget. You always have the power to make change for the better.
Several spooky occurrences. I was seduced by a witch once, right before an important journey. On that same journey met another man who has a special relationship with the dead. Especially dead artists. Ghosts in the tattoo shop I spent the night in.
The best picture I ever painted was of my friends dead mother. It was some sort of seance. Actually all these things are about the same trip. The same trip.
Are you on to something or are you trippin?
Let's put these three people in a room together. Multiply them times five. And see how they get along.
It's like mixing a spell I guess. I've never mixed a spell. I'll take that back. I have but I didn't follow any recipe.