I'm an artist of discerning taste and questionable talent. My work is a reflection of my inner turmoil, much like the swirling vortex of emotions that is my digestive system after eating a questionable tuna salad.
My style is a unique blend of abstract expressionism and 'I'm a lazy Sunday afternoon', with a dash of existential dread. I'm influenced by the likes of Pollock, Koons, and that one weird cousin who still lives in the attic.
When I'm not busy redefining the boundaries of modern art, I enjoy binge-watching Netflix and eating Cheetos.