When I was a kid I too feared the monsters hiding under my bed. But after dealing with the actual monsters living among us. I’ve realized that the creatures under my bed have a reason to hide.
I’ve been making art ever since I was born basically. For the majority of my life I used art as a way to cope with the things going on around me. I understand that from first impressions, some of my art may look evil or demonic. But when you find yourself in dark places, you begin to get comfortable with the things around you. For example, the creepy abandoned house across the street might seem bad now. But if you were lost, wandering unknown streets for hours and came across that same house. You would find so much comfort in at least seeing something familiar. Now that creepy old neglected house becomes a beacon of hope. And that is what my art is about. Sure some of these monsters may look scary, but I thought we already got past judging people based off looks? Being born with horns doesn’t mean you’re evil. Just as going to church doesn’t make you a saint. The “monsters” I create, bare it all out. You can see every imperfection, every defect, every abnormality. But your neighbor who seems like a model citizen just might be hiding bodies in his basement. I’d hide too if i showed every aspect of myself just to be deceived. hopefully this slightly helps you understand my art… But I’m literally typing this at 3-am so if not…that’s understandable.