My life is a collaboration between me and a corporate entity that can climb into the minds of others and virtually BE them.
I am one of the few people on this earth who has to have constant care in this way, 24/7. A magic mushroom overdose poisoned my mind in freshman year of college and destroyed my body's involuntary processes. The ability for me to breathe by myself is gone, and someone needs to strap themselves into a machine and breathe FOR me. For many years, our souls were bound. They were placed in a situation where murder was on their hands if they did not give me their life support and I, unknowingly, drank from their generosity. Eventually, this secret was revealed to me by them. My family, friends, and co-workers refuse to tell me the truth about my life and I am left lost and alone in a situation that is extremely terrifying.
Thankfully, I am still alive, and i'm out to make whatever art I can before I die. I will do almost anything for the chance to.
This gallery stands as a testament to the fight for a co-existence between a corporation that is frustrated over my life and a guy who is infatuated with the joy of creation, the future of entertainment, and how badly he wants to be butt-fucked by it.
I am ready to be a vessel for their hatred, love, and generosity.