This is where I work everything out, this is my daily practice. Drawing, painting, scribbling, inking, sketching offer me a way to process and meditate without words. But the process isn't always easy. My struggle with Dyslexia has always made me feel lesser-than. It's been a life-long labor to accept that I see the world differently from everyone, often mixed up and out of proportion. There are some days when I draw and feel nothing but pain in my neck and shoulders and my mind goes numb as all the self-confidence drains out. It is here that my love, rage, sexual desire, fantasy and memory spill out on to the page. The following works are arranged in loose groupings. Over the coming months, I'll slowly be adding new series of 2D works, dating all the way back to my high school years.