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The moniker serves as a right brained creative outlet for multiple medias and personalities. The amount of work I’ve produced between and for homeless (musicians, artists) and spoiled people (corporations, businesses) requires a right/left brain existence unfortunately in my birth town. Can’t let left brainers in on the fact I do think like a right brainer too but end up stuck in the middle brain area just to pretend I’m like everyone else. Whatever, yawn.
Since birth I’ve dabbled in everything from music, writing to illustration and photography. I’d really love a chance to go back and focus on math. Design is the one thing that barely pays my bills, it is also the one media that has cost me the most stress, time wasted, money loss, worries spent and patience– as well as the fact that if you live in Rockford, IL this is where many people expect good labor for free. Moving on, this page is about advertising me with words not advertising advertising for what my opinions are really worth. $0.
On top of living in hillbilly hell, Rockford, IL, I’m an avid fan of litter, garbage, stuff and things people throw on my yard or anywhere- take a look it’s everywhere. I take photos of garbage. There’s nothing like a bunch of mowed litter along Perryville and East State St in my home town between Best Buy, Home Depot and across the wide street, a Coffee Serving Fake Church.
When I walk my dog I stare down white people thoughts. On our walks I, again, sometimes take pictures of litter because it looks amazing just hanging out next to Mother Nature because some idiot forgot it goes in a trash can called the Rock River. At least throw it in the river, it’s already brown there. Garbage is of an interest to me– and how it ends up where it does, not in cans or bags. sometimes floating next to ducks or on my yard here in what I dare to call my future coffin or air for the ashes, Rockford, IL.
Rockford, IL should just change their name to Lil’ Detroit. The American Dream is definitely 15.2% unemployed or more within reach in my hometown. With so little time to dream of a better life or make my skill-sets proper worth, how could I not be interested in photographing and designing garbage or silently staring down mean white people when I walk my pit bull by thinking exactly like them in return? That’s how you win for losing in a’Merica. The dream is a lie, that’s the point here. If you’re born here, good luck, you lost already right out of the womb. Stand up, yell, make jobs– not babies.
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aW
I hope you enjoyed wasting your time reading this page as much as I enjoyed wasting time typing it. Contact me below if you dare. I will write you a letter back if you ask the right questions or challenge me with an alternative opinion. It’s welcomed either way.
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