Mood: Dsylexci

Hello, world.

This is more of a disclaimer than some enlightening passage about how shitty my life is going (and how I use art to tangibly express my rage at how motherfucking greasy that Steak, Egg and Cheese Bagel really is.)

Because, you see, I really am not that talented. At anything. And as a preliminary warning, do not expect mind-shattering artistic images and conjectures from any image I manage to host. For example: I've been working on an acrylic-on-canvas work that was meant to show a surreal scene involving nuclear weapons and the Tree of Life. It sounds freakin' badass, I know, but it's not.

So far, the image I've managed to mold the paint into resembles (how can I put it best a Fischer-Price toy car on fire, if it were painted by a rhesus monkey who was dictated by a blind man with a debilitating mental illness about where to throw the paint. It's definetly not pretty. Yet.

Though I am certainly not the most artistic person (in perception or talent) I do enjoy beautiful art done by inspiring minds, which is exactly why I'm here. And I'll certainly enjoy seeing what you have created.

If anything, your work is a constant gauge on how far I have yet to go. I'll take it all one step at a time.

-Andrew