(Traditional Dominant) Hybrid / Live Artist [1990% TMF]

Genetics: Pre-08’ Gaming Kush, Southern Lights, Surreal Thunder Fuck, Graff Scout Cookies

Subtle hints of a robust and complex palette, buried in a full bodied coffin. Akin to a gritty night-cap in the streets where you cant remember your life changing epiphany the next morning. Pairs wonderfully with immersive experiences and empathy as well as other live rosins.

All joking aside I’m a traditional artist with modern capabilities. Specializing in walls and large scale aerosol pieces, my ideal day of painting involves entire arm-spanned stokes with the instant satisfaction that only comes from spraying paint. Art belongs outdoors. Working on walls is one of the purest forms of that and I’ve been hooked since 07’.

My studio work tends to pull from that desire to capture movement. Adding brushwork and technical tools to the mix; my personal work shows precision on the outside, but upon lacerating the veil it bleeds chaos. I am the flat of the blade.

I also have proclivities for other artforms that are indispensable to my craft, like photography, cinematography, digital design, performance, and everything else one might need when pursuing the craft of “artist” by oneself.

My home and studio were lost in the Lahaina wildfires. Currently dealing with the financial instabilities that have come from that. A lot of my work was lost. A lot of my tools were lost. But all of that pales in comparison to those who lost their lives that day and the community that lost its home. As if that weren’t enough they also have seemingly lost their voice as the economy tanks and aid is slower than hell to roll out. My partner Manda and I were lucky enough to survive, but were unfortunately displaced to California. The need for steady resources like temporary homes and jobs was spread far too thin to keep up with demand. We decided to let those who had a generational attachment have their place on the aina. Still recovering from the forced move and still being told by all the foundations that they’re limiting (in not outright refusing) our help. TLDR: Wildfires fucked me. My art is very, very slowly coming back up to speed. Please be patient.