The world is starving for something real. I am here to feed it a new vision. When I am done, I will rest. But until then, I’ll be a painter. It’s a shame I can’t take my work to the afterlife.

In loving memory of Alexander Moriarty, who taught me the value of life, and the power of death. As we look into the future, may we never forget those who were kind to us on our way.