I am an artist.

An artist of what exactly? An artist of whatever.

I make my living traveling around the world making pancake faces for Dancakes, which I’ve yet to full grasp how such a thing exists, yet here it is and here I am.

Otherwise I bide my time as a struggling musician, a good enough to pretend I’m a photographer, painter, sketch comedy-er(?), writer, whatever tickles my fancy.

I’m not sure if this schizophrenic approach is the best, but in the end it is mine. I’m not trying to build a “brand”, I’m just trying to bring some beauty into this weird world and this weird life I lead.