The transformation.

im becoming a moody emotionally unstable stereotypical artist type. and that’s cool. i found I really love stereotypes and iconicism, therefore I will probably be a alcoholic at one point in my life, because all great artists were. here is the painting that paralleled my drowning poem……got some acclaim from the vice principal at the NAHS inductions, didn’t particularly care for that but publicity is publicity,

i took this with my phone and had to fix the perspective with photoshop………..i need a real camera.

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i don’t feel like trying to resize it so deal.


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