Artist living in upstate NY. Throughout my life I have had a plethora of experiences that have inspired me to create art. Whilst I make art entirely as a form of emotional processing, I really fuck with those moments where my process connects to others. I can’t misplace my memories of the visceral reactions I've had when connecting to art that isn’t mine. If I can invoke a fraction of that feeling in someone else, then all of the hardship in my world will have been worth it. My goal is to use authenticity to connect to the world around me, for that is the only proof of my existence. I need the proof. I use Your Fathers Guilty Pleasure not in jest, but in truth. Those four words portray my personal experience in life. I facilitate a connection with every person that demands authenticity in response, positive or negative. Sometimes that leads to fucking your dads. There’s nothing I can do about it.