I was raised in a fairly unexciting suburb of Philadelphia, where I found myself slipping into a kind of gothic philosophical reclusivity. I began oil painting when I was 13 and in college I wavered in my decision to develop the capabilities of my right brain. The decision came to me after repeated inescapable surrealistic encounters.
Interests
drawing, photography, breakdancing, bhangra, reading, studying, writing fiction, cooking, meeting strange people off the internet, peeling grapefruits, experiencing disorientation
looking into the glass of day,
while searching incessantly for the perfect moment of action,
while jumping to the beat of a mad lunatic,
while stirring contemplations of indecipherable idiosynchronizabilation,
while tapping to the handlebars of icy gloom,
while meandering to and from in the bitter chill of 14th street,
while heaving in the organic wholesomeness of overconsumption,
while avoiding the unsettling incongruities of the L train,
did i pause to answer my cell phone.
