Sticky Notes Part1

For the fractal logic show I wanted people to be a part of my art by writing their feelings in sticky notes and I finally got around to capturing them all, Here is part 1 of 3.

Here are some of my favorite ones from the first set.

In Transit Interview

I had a really cool interview with "In Transit", written by the very talented Marco. 

Check it out here 

http://www.areyouintransit.com

Big Apple Madness

I had a awesome trip in NY it was my second time here but this time around I really took my time and truly enjoyed the city, it was very refreshing and inspiring. I have so many shows coming up this trip really help and has inspire me to developed new work base on this amazing experience.

Lost Grasp in Reality

Sometimes is easy to lose  grasp on reality specially when you stay up for days at a time, sitting alone working for many many hours, forgetting about people, food, TV, the 'World'. In those moment when your body wants to give up you close your eyes and you seem to lose track of time and space, the dream become a reality and start mixing as one, in that very moment your mind has completely lost it's grasp on reality and you can no longer distinguish between both, your dreams start running just like they suppose to but your eyes are focus on the work and the madness that you created but some how they come together and feed of each other perfectly with no argument,.... almost as if you were dreaming the whole time. 

The Creative Personality

 My Friend Tammy Grove lead me to this incredible article, this is one amazing description of an artist reason for being and why they express them self's in such way, extremely interesting. I did find my self relating and even answering a lot of question that I wouldn't understand about my self, A must read for every artist or friends with one and probably if you dating/married one this one is really for you. It comes from www.psychologytoday.com

The Creative Personality

Of all human activities, creativity comes closest to providing the fulfillment we all hope to get in our lives. Call it full-blast living.

Creativity is a central source of meaning in our lives. Most of the things that are interesting, important, and human are the result of creativity. What makes us different from apes—our language, values, artistic expression, scientific understanding, and technology—is the result of individual ingenuity that was recognized, rewarded, and transmitted through learning.

When we're creative, we feel we are living more fully than during the rest of life. The excitement of the artist at the easel or the scientist in the lab comes close to the ideal fulfillment we all hope to get from life, and so rarely do. Perhaps only sex, sports, music, and religious ecstasy—even when these experiences remain fleeting and leave no trace—provide a profound sense of being part of an entity greater than ourselves. But creativity also leaves an outcome that adds to the richness and complexity of the future.

I have devoted 30 years of research to how creative people live and work, to make more understandable the mysterious process by which they come up with new ideas and new things. Creative individuals are remarkable for their ability to adapt to almost any situation and to make do with whatever is at hand to reach their goals. If I had to express in one word what makes their personalities different from others, it's complexity. They show tendencies of thought and action that in most people are segregated. They contain contradictory extremes; instead of being an "individual," each of them is a "multitude."

Here are the 10 antithetical traits often present in creative people that are integrated with each other in a dialectical tension.

1. Creative people have a great deal of physical energy, but they're also often quiet and at rest. They work long hours, with great concentration, while projecting an aura of freshness and enthusiasm. This suggests a superior physical endowment, a genetic advantage. Yet it is surprising how often individuals who in their seventies and eighties exude energy and health remember childhoods plagued by illness. It seems that their energy is internally generated, due more to their focused minds than to the superiority of their genes. This does not mean that creative people are hyperactive, always "on." In fact, they rest often and sleep a lot. The important thing is that they control their energy; it's not ruled by the calendar, the dock, an external schedule. When necessary, they can focus it like a laser beam; when not, creative types immediately recharge their batteries. They consider the rhythm of activity followed by idleness or reflection very important for the success of their work. This is not a bio-rhythm inherited with their genes; it was learned by trial and error as a strategy for achieving their goals.
   One manifestation of energy is sexuality. Creative people are paradoxical in this respect also. They seem to have quite a strong dose of eros, or generalized libidinal energy, which some express directly into sexuality. At the same time, a certain spartan celibacy is also a part of their makeup; continence tends to accompany superior achievement. Without eros, it would be difficult to take life on with vigor; without restraint, the energy could easily dissipate.
   
2. Creative people tend to be smart yet naive at the same time. How smart they actually are is open to question. It is probably true that what psychologists call the "g factor," meaning a core of general intelligence, is high among people who make important creative contributions.
   The earliest longitudinal study of superior mental abilities, initiated at Stanford University by the psychologist Lewis Terman in 1921, shows rather conclusively that children with very high IQs do well in life, but after a certain point IQ does not seem to be correlated any longer with superior performance in real life. Later studies suggest that the cutoff point is around 120; it might be difficult to do creative work with a lower IQ, but an IQ beyond 120 does not necessarily imply higher creativity.
   Another way of expressing this dialectic is the contrasting poles of wisdom and childishness. As Howard Gardner remarked in his study of the major creative geniuses of this century, a certain immaturity, both emotional and mental, can go hand in hand with deepest insights. Mozart comes immediately to mind.
   Furthermore, people who bring about an acceptable novelty in a domain seem able to use well two opposite ways of thinking: the convergent and the divergent. Convergent thinking is measured by IQ tests, and it involves solving well-defined, rational problems that have one correct answer. Divergent thinking leads to no agreed-upon solution. It involves fluency, or the ability to generate a great quantity of ideas; flexibility, or the ability to switch from one perspective to another; and originality in picking unusual associations of ideas. These are the dimensions of thinking that most creativity tests measure and that most workshops try to enhance.
   Yet there remains the nagging suspicion that at the highest levels of creative achievement the generation of novelty is not the main issue. People often claimed to have had only two or three good ideas in their entire career, but each idea was so generative that it kept them busy for a lifetime of testing, filling out, elaborating, and applying.
   Divergent thinking is not much use without the ability to tell a good idea from a bad one, and this selectivity involves convergent thinking.
   
   
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Nudes

Something has been happening to me this couple of months all the show I had they asked me not to showcase nudity in any level, is very understandable we do live in a society that has made the nude body a sight of evil or filth in other cases very private lonely matter not to be display in public. I do still find beauty in it and I love that it has that shock value in it and it does help me get my point across faster, if it offends then I accomplish the goal that I desired when I was making it but also the enjoyment that does bring to the people that do understand it and know the deeper meaning that goes beyond the painting.

The Past

What's in my Mind

What is the item that travel my mind every time I paint? I know it sound crazy but everything in the world except art I try to listen to music as loud as possible just so I can not think in what I'm doing in that moment, in a way I hate/love painting is painful/enjoyable skill that I struggle to just sit here for hours at a time doing what it really is the most boring thing in the world, yes it allows me to express my self fully and true, and yes the finish product is always admired by many people and I do feel free for a small moment, but the process is so long and it seems that the better I get a this skill just adds more time to the work and even if I change sizes to smaller or bigger the amount of work is exactly the same. Well I didn't even really answered the question at all -at the moment of painting I think about ponies, unicorns, rainbows, Adventure Time, rain, snail, the color Blue, your mom, the arcade, movie, homeless person, women, what is Victoria's Secret? and have I seen it before, Color red, food, chips, drink, purple, Walking Dead, punching a hipster, drugs, gangs, chicken, how did I get to the store when I should be painting at home?, music, Dj-ing, The Color Purple!? the movie or the actual Color Ha! u will never know - is the movie :( , Drugs again, punching this canvas.....and so on and so on.

Now Here is a Painting I did that you probably already seen. Enjoy.

"Mr. Sandman Bring me a Nightmare" Acrylic on Woodpanel 2012

Meeting Stan Lee

Last Saturday they had the "Dallas Comic Con Fan Days" This gave me an opportunity to finally meet my idol Mr. Stan Lee!, the legend, the man, the creator of everything that was great in my childhood and teen years, the reason why I even started doing people! before Stan all I did on paper was TMNT and WB characters, So this was a really big moment for me. At the age of 9 My brother had brought some trading cards to the house and gave me one of them, he gave me the one that in his mind was the best and he wasn't wrong, He had gave me a 92 Marvel Masterpieces Venom card this was the very first time I had ever seen this character and it was very Iconic in my eyes, As I started to wonder where he had gotten such a awesome item I started asking questions, "Yo bro when are going to take me where u got that card?", "Yo bro Yesterday you said you would take me to the store where you found this card, are we still going?", my older brother did not like to be bother at all so he punch me right in the chest real hard, sometimes at night I still feel the pain and wake up in night-sweats, no just fucking with u but he did punch me. After like a week he finally told me where this wonderous store was............. it was just around the corner literally like 2 mins or less, 'this fo'. As I look inside this amazing store 2 item catch my attention and I will never forget this -it was like looking into Gods eyeballs and he looked back giving me to thumbs up just like Jesus on Dogma, it was a action Figure of Venom it was inside a glass-case just standing there looking awesome! and right below 'A Death in the Family' my heart skipped a beat, I couldn't afford any of this but at that very moment comics own my soul.

As I started to draw Super Heroes I also started to learn about all this artists and writers but the ones that stand out the most were Todd Mcfarlane and Stan 'The Man' Lee, this guys rocked the very ground they walked on. I started trying to imitate Todd's and some others work and never could even get close no matter how hard I tried so I practice and practice and practice and practice, by the time I kind of had it I was introduce to Graffiti and all this practice went out the door. Many years later I finally had a chance to meet Mr. Mcfarlane and he was a cool guy, I told him that I was an artist and I guess he gets a lot of those so when he sign my comic he also wrote "keep up the effort" What does that even mean!? that's the type of shit that American idol's contestants get when they suck and get cut moving to the next poor baster, but he was super cool so it didn't matter also at least he acknowledge me and my interest in art, So it was great. But Now I'm waiting in line for the 'Man' Mr. Lee, as I get closer and closer I'm getting real nervous and playing what I will say in my head and finally the time comes........

A gentleman takes my item tells me 'no pictures' then sends me in as I'm grasping this moment my Item is passed to a girl, then Stan, then another girl, and then back to me, I was out the Door in like 10 sec...............I was wondering what did just happen, he didn't even look at me -my soul was crushed toss into the wall and then scorpion came out and finished it, I walked around the Con just thinking he's very old maybe I'm 20 or 10 year to late he now just goes thru the motions, but this doesn't change that thanks to this and many others I have become a great artist and now I don't have to look to no one to keep moving forward in my skill and for that thanks.

    

The Real Drive

Trigon vs Hatziel Oil/Aerosol I have to apologies for this crappy graff I don't know what I was thinking!

I don't paint for fame, money, or to be an artist well yes we all need food, shelter, to feel wanted in order to stay alive that will never change for anyone so I do have to find my own way to make what I create into a desirable work of art, but the real reason I paint is because painting keeps me mentally sane is a release from all the madness from this world, my mind hunts me day and night with useless thoughts provided by everyday stupidity that happens in this world and not being able to do anything about it day in and day out, Painting allows me to create my very own world a world not to live in but to just leave all this thoughts and no one would mind or hurt anyone, it would do the opposite making some wonder, smile, excite, and maybe push to a better day just maybe.   

Dipstick

My junior year in high school one day in history class while sitting trying to do my homework before class, I saw I was sitting next to this tall black skinny dude that had a blackbook and was sketching hardcore, from the look of his piece I knew he was a 'Toy' I started a conversation with him about graffiti, styles and other graff related items He also told me his writing's name 'Dipstick', after talking for a while he realized that I was a part of Urban Armee (In that time UA was the shit) and dude flipped cuz he loved my work but most important was a huge fan of Kame (Kame by far was one of the best writer in school) He ask me if I could get Kame and the crew to write in his book I must def agree and took his book, about a week past by after the crew rep on the book it was my turned to do my part like always I had to do a two page set up trying to show off in the book and I remember clearly what I wrote in that book "Is ok if biters copy my style - that shit just makes me stronger!" with a Japanese samurai theme to go with what I though was the coolest quote that I have ever added to a piece, so "I though" but man I was very immature and not adding some thing positive really bothers me now. So later that day I headed to the classroom and as soon as I got to the room I notice that some thing was up with the teacher cuz half of his head was huge and all kinds of red ( Scarlet, Fire, brick, I have more I'm an artist, Scarlet, Flame, Crimson, Fuchsia, Lust, and Magenta) he was looking like the Red 'Elephant Man', it was really hard to ignore and we were about to take a test, Me and Dipstick cracking up real hard during the test cuz of 'Red Skull from Captain America' sitting in front of us, A bit upset he asked us to step outside and stop disrupting the class, so we sat outside and just chilled at that moment I handed him his book back and just tripped out on the teachers head, that was a real moment, that night Dipstick all hyped from the book got up on the school's wall, he gave a shout out to the whole UA crew, and he actually misspell my writer's name (neo < *kneom) on the wall lolz but it was legit. That was the last time I saw him, a couple of days after that Dipstick was hit by a Drunk driver while driving back home with his brother, his brother survive but he didn't, a week or less later his funeral was held, the funeral took place at The Potter's House and half of  the school attended the service, while sitting there I remember what I wrote on his book not realizing that everything you do matter to the people around you, is important to be responsible with your words and the gift chosen for you use them to insert a positive look on peoples life cause you never know. 

"Arduous Dream" Oil / Acrylic on canvas 36x48 . Life is short. tomorrow is not promise to anyone.
Live your dreams, especially if your dreams are impossible. That just make a dream better...

Triforce

One night after a show the crew ended up at a local bar with people way too cool for everyone as we all chilled and having some sweet sweet drinks Joey Seeman approached me and after a long conversation about Graphic design and how much it sucks John Gonzales join the customer bashing part of the conversation, as the bashing was getting out of control the idea of working on a collaboration came up and in that moment the universe stopped and a blood pact was made that night the unholy and destructive outcome was an image that mankind was not ready for and here is the outcome of that unholy pact. Special Thanks to Joey and John.

Untitled Oil/ Acrylic/ Latex/ Aerosol on 30x30 Woodpanel (Joey Seeman, Hatziel, John 'Texas Diablo')

This painting will be showcase/available in Genograffic x2 this Sat 21, 2012
www.joeyseeman.com
www.diablotexas.com

Fort Worth Weekly

They interviewed me a little bit in my background in graffiti and the ups and downs of it, also helping the next generation into the positive and right way of doing graffiti, all here : http://www.fwweekly.com

Character: Me and Piece in the Purple: Me 
 Left: I didn't know those guys in that time but it turnout to be the Sour Grapes (real cool cats!) 

 

Metamorphosis

A little more about me and my work. Everything that I paint always has a deep emotional meaning to me and this painting is no different, This painting really represents the inner struggle that sometimes my mind and body go thru to try to achieve a beautiful outcome.

Metamorphosis 24x36 Oil/Acrylic on Canvas 2008

"METAMORPHOSIS" the dictionary states a profound change in form from one stage to the next in the life history of an organism, as from the caterpillar to the pupa and from the pupa to the adult butterfly. The question that I get the most about this painting is why a Frog and not a Butterfly?, I see a butterfly to be a rare delicate insect, and the change that I was looking for is more of  a rough destructive harsher life a bit like the survival ways that the frog might encounter thru the metamorphosis process. About 75% of my painting come from; anger, hate, sadness, negative emotions and finding a profound change in my mind to release this negative emotional energy in a change positive creative way that other can admire and enjoy and hopefully relate.

The Destruction
Before creating a painting the concept stage is usually the hardest, I must create the finish painting all in my mind and trying not to go crazy with the constant thoughts of how it should look?, where shadows should go?, lights?, how should the person look?, and why? will the story translate? and so on and so on. This questions repeating in you mind creating sleepless nights, watching TV just to try to keep ur mind in a brainless state, eating just to keep energy to replace sleep. This items don't happen all the time but do happen if my creative break takes to long creating maddening depression or better known as The Curse. 

The Incubation  
Have you seen me? No? this is what I call being in the bat-cave, One of my favorite parts of the process during this time I don't answer my phone, check email, or see, or talk to anyone, I really enjoy lonely-tude people are usually surprise by this, but "don't worry is only during painting" a normal artist way of life. For some reason due to all the prep of the painting being ready and finished in my head the actual painting becomes smooth sailing just putting everything where it belongs ('it usually never really come-out exactly like it is in my mind due to lack of {ninja} skills but one of this days it will, I promise'.) this process sometimes can take weeks or months, The Gift. 

The Causatum    
The final process; 'The display of the work', after all the loneliness is a weird feeling to showcase your work to a group of people that you might know or you might not, also not knowing what they may think and hoping that they like what they see. Going to every show the second before walking into the gallery my heart feel like it's going to explode, but once I walk in the Gallery I put on my Rockstar mask on and act the part going thru the night without anyone suspecting a thing and sometimes just standing taking it all in and truly enjoying the night, The Perk.  
 

First Try at Failed Love

"Absent soul (lost love)" 47x47 Oil/ Acrylic on Canvas

I guess if I really want you to know me better I have to tell you something personal about me, they say "go big or go home" so I believe I can tell you one of the biggest reason I'm the way I'm....here is the part of the movie when we go back in time and the image on the screen does the waves thing. Boy meets girl but girl is not your average normal girl, this girl's name was Jhoanna and this is her.

THE MEET

Now I never really knew her past and to be honest I never saw the gangster side of  her, the Jhoanna that I met was a cute, sweet, full of happiness, overall amazing person and she change my life forever. It all started when I was 12 maybe 13 on a perfect Friday night in April, Me and my friends (Felix d kat, Joe camel, Puerca, la rata, and Benji) headed to a middle school party yeah we lived in the ghetto and the middle school had blow-outs Djs and everything, anyways once we got to the party the group would split like Team 6 to our main objective which was to get digits and some ass, what do you expect from a bunch of teenagers! as the night was coming to a close I found my self hooking up with a girl who's breast were bigger than my head and on my side Puerca dancing with what would be my wife but that's another story for another time. Once the party was over we started to walk home but we had added an additional person!?, next to Benji I saw this 4' 11'' really adorable girl that look like she couldn't hurt a fly but man was I wrong. On that moment I began to wonder who was this girl? and how did she know Benji? it was all answered right away when she spotted me, as soon as she saw me she rushed to me held my arm and told me "you're so cute I'm going to take you behind the bushes and rape you!" I'm sure I turned every shade of red I became speech less and Benji just starter laughing "dude I see you met my sister Jhoanna" :O "ur sister? wait what!? word." we finally started to talk and It turns out that Jhoanna was 18 extremely outspoken and loved to dance it was her passion and dream of become a professional dancer like a ballerina (not like a stripper u know what I mean), That was a great walk home and we really got to know Jhoanna the Jhoanna that people never saw and we all became great friends...........

HOSPITAL

Two weeks later while chilling outside the apartments -like always- Benji stopped by and told us that his sister had become ill and was in the hospital but it was nothing "serious" so we all agreed to go see her, I headed home first to grabbed some money my tape player and left to the hospital, Once in the hospital we finally found her room after getting lost in the mace they call Parkland we stepped into her room and her smile was priceless as she lay in the hospital bed looking a bit weak, I still didn't know what was wrong and she didn't want to talk about it so decided to leave it alone, we stayed way pass the visiting hours they finally kicked us out for misconduct fuck those guys!. Before leaving the room I left her my tape player so she could feel a bit better, music always made me feel better and I knew a little something about her "loves to dance/rave" so I knew she would love the "two bad mice" mixtape (what u know about that). The next day she called and thanked me for leaving the tape player and just like expected loved the mixtape and thanks to that gesture on that day the relationship change forever but I had no clue what I started, she finally was release days later feeling much much better.

SATURDAYS (Ring.ring.ring.ring)

A Saturday morning around 6:15 am or earlier I don't know but it was super fucken early my house phone started ringing and after a min or so my mom answered, 2 min later all I remember was my mom putting the phone on my ear while I was still asleep and all I can hear was "Hey cutie wake up, hey cutie wake up", finally after like 5 min I was awake and started to take care of all the morning shit; cleaning my drool, yawning while stretching, the annoying morning wood, etc., finally in my full senses picked up the phone and started talking -me"he..hello, Hey wuz up..what time is it? wait what ur on your way!", -Jho"I'm bringing breakfast so be ready I be there in like 5!", A Oh shit moment just happen me being in underwear and my room looking like Satan's ass, I think my mom told me for like three weeks clean your room with no luck but here comes this girl and makes me clean the room in a seconds, I started moving in hyper speed I even took a shower n shit, it was amazing like a robot ninja on speed. 5 min later sure enough a knock on the door there she was at my door step with Jack in the Box Breakfast and she also brought Benji, we sat in the carpet in the middle of my room just munching hardcore. After that day Jhoanna did this every Saturday for about a year or more I didn't understand why she did this or why she was so sweet to me, In my mind I knew that their was no way she would be interested in me I was just a kid after all and I seen her last boyfriend I was no match (gangsta ass nigga), whatever it was stuck to me like super glue.

JHOANNA'S MISCHIEFS
2:30 am, a really load knock on my room's window follow by a voice "Cutie lets go for a ride I'm hungry" now I had to go, come on who wouldn't go I knew trouble was to follow but I didn't care, Plus Nike was hitting the slogan "just do it" real hard so I did and I didn't want to look like a puck ass bitch, So I sneaked out of the house thru the window and got in the car with Jhoanna but I notice that Jhoanna was really drunk and maybe high on something crazy I immediately started to rethink the nike slogan, as we started going on the streets she mentions a taco place is just down the street but she gets on the freeway at this moment I was a little worried, immediately Jhoanna decided that she needed to change clothes going on a freeway doing 90 mph, she started to change her clothes starting with her pans manages to do so god knows how then -Jho"can you hold the wheel imma change my shirt but you have to look away cuz I don't have a bra, ok" I was sure that was my last day on earth, I was ether going to be distracted by her breast and crash or hit something by looking on the opposite direction from the road, luckily no cars were on the road and the swerving wasn't that bad and I manage to keep my eyes on the road, look away and take a peek all at the same time, now that's motha-fucken survival skills!. at that moment Her gas light came up so were forced to stop at a gas station to pump gas, at the gas station Jhoanna stepped out and asked me to sit on the driver side for just a second while she pumped gas, I didn't see anything wrong with that, music was playing and everything was cool but after a min my mind started wondering and I realized that the car was still on -me"wait a min that's bad thing I'm really sure of it?..ummm... oh shit u don't think... nah she wouldn't.. or would she!?...nah.." she jumps in the car and screams "DRIVE!,DRIVE!,DDDRRRIIVVEE!!" I stepped on the gas pedal and took off but I didn't really know how to drive I mean I done it maybe once or twice, Jho-"what do you mean you don't know how to drive, are trying to kill me! we need to switch right now but  whatever you do don't stop!" it took some skill but the switch worked out and we made it to her house safe even though she suppose to take me home and we never got food!. I decided to just spend the night there like I had a choice so I helped her get into bed and she asked me "lay with me, just for a second stay with me until I fall asleep, please! nothing will happen I promise." I agree and while we lay in bed looking at the ceiling I asked her -me"what's wrong with you?" -Jho-"what do you mean?" -me"no thing bad, I mean the hospital? wuz up with that" -Jho" oh that, apparently I have a bad arteries or something, that day I had a bypass and the doctors say that I have very high cholesterol and one of my arteries' blood flow slowed long enough to cause a problems, but is nothing" -me"High cholesterol but you wear a size zero how is that possible" -Jho"................." She was deep asleep. I moved to the couch out of respect and went to sleep. Three hours later I open my eyes and I saw her standing right in front of me staring and telling me -Jho"man ur so lazy get up"she had just taken a shower and all she was wearing was a towel, She was like nothing had happen walked away and just dropped the towel got ready and left to worked. I had the walk home with the walk of shame but without the reward made it home got ready and left to school it was Tuesday.

THE REASON WHY I NO LONGER BELIEVE IN BREAKFAST

We both knew that nothing can ever happen between us due to the age difference and also because she knew something that no one knew and I guess she didn't want to worry or hurt anyone but her secret was becoming apparent as she started to looked very ill. Like always Saturday morning came and sure enough we had breakfast that's when I took this picture she was no longer full of life and her smile had change but it was Jhoanna she was indestructible she will be fine next week, And like always Saturday morning came I woke up early waited for the call but this time the wake up call never came so I waited all day by the phone no call came, I called her but no answer and a week past by Saturday came but the call never came. Right now I'm not going to lie I'm having a real hard time writing this sorry...... I started to look for her I headed to her apartment to make sure everything was ok, I knocked at her door and her mom open and the  look on her eyes at that moment I knew, as I stood there I felt a huge void taking over my heart like a part of me was ripped and gone missing, Her mom told me what happen "Jhoanna was taken while in her dreams, her heart stopped and never woke", 'DREAMS' all I could think about was that word and remembering her telling me -Jho"my dreams?, to dance like a ballerina". She showed me that life was full of life and to have positive outlook in life regardless of what hurtles life sends your way and like Immortal Technique said in "You never Know" -Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you The one you love, Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond 'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone-. So don't waste you time live your dream and love.


I just want to thank you for taking your time to read this now you know me a little bit more about me and why I create.

-Hatziel

"Absent soul (lost love)" 47x47 Oil/ Acrylic on Canvas -Part of the Collection of  George Fowler