It’s been a crazy few months. Never before have I been so completely destroyed and yet so rejuvenated. When you have nothing to lose, especially after losing everything, it really warps your perspective and gives you a new sense of yourself. I wouldn’t wish my past pain and trauma on anyone, but continually it’s the hardships that define both my work and myself. A world where black aren’t pure blacks, but grays. A world where the contrast of light and dark clash, creating a world of saturated colors. A world that is dynamic in its flow, rapidly shifting between intrepid rapids and soothing waters. It’s funny how my work has come to recently define both me and my life. It’s some of the first pieces of art I’m genuinely proud of. Despite my work being used “simply” as hype material for sports, it’s work that I’ve never been more happy about in my life. And much of it is done not in a group or collective environment, but on my own. Something I can 100% stand on and say “this is mine, and ...