Where to begin. 2017 seemed to contain so much hope after the year we had been through. From personal and family trials, to beloved celebrity deaths, to the end-of-days election…And now I wake up every morning, put on my imaginary Guy Fawkes mask and set out to stir up some shit.

Art has become my yogic breathing. Thank my stars that I get to do it for a living.

So, here we go 2017! I am back to my neglected blog with new images, hope and a soul full of fire.   trumpSMHSMBSM DSM FSM