As I move and I slither I’m a ball of mass of this that and whatever chooses to attack
These things I see they become me and in transformation I can’t look back
I’m a moving node through which detritus flows and saturated I barf art
The city spirit you can always hear it resounding, reconnecting as it falls apart
Feed me hunger enrage my senses I’m a happy buddha machine that dispenses
I do illustration, animation, storyboarding, story-writing, and real-life drawing.