My studio is full of dead cats, celebrities, and dangerous chemicals.

I'm gonna miss having so much space to spread out...

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These first three are images of my studio during my just-off-the-boat-and-thrust-into-art-school period.


There is definitely a mouse living within this pile of boxes. It is eating reeses pieces that I dropped back there.


Golden chair and celebrity action figures and a podium... aaaaaaaart.


This is staged. I actually have way more space for my books and crap.


The spray booth is used by almost no one other than myself... so it is also my studio.


I cut people up...


if they don't high kick when I tell them to.


You don't know these people.


This used to be bigger.


This computer used to be better.


Famouser than you are.


Not a cop.


Studio Storage.