| I was born in a small factory town on the river where the local art museum was hopping with very serious art. I thrilled my family with lots of winnings for realistic art and could make things photographic by the time I was 12. At that point, I stood back from the baskets of fruit and bass fish and realized that reality really stinks. It's creepy, in fact. So, I started the wild stuff. So, now I burn my art and call myself the Fire Artist. What is more fun than art that has been burned? Enjoy. |
