I didn’t just paint dreams — I manufactured them.
Melting clocks. Crutches. Ants. Empty landscapes filled with meaning.

I believed the subconscious had better ideas than reality.
So I let it take the brush. I painted fear, obsession, time, decay, God, ego, and desire — all in one frame.

But the art wasn’t just on the canvas.
It was in the mustache. The performance. The persona.
I became my own masterpiece.

This profile is a portal into the surreal — for artists who turn fantasy into form, and identity into theater.

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