What about me, huh? Well, my mom’s an amazing painter. I have three sisters. I’m a California kid at heart, from the Bay to Los Angeles and everywhere in between. I’m always going to be that skate-rat, punk, sun-loving, rebellious, salt-water daydreamer. I’m self-taught. I’ve moved more than twenty-five times in my life. I’m half Jewish. My parents are divorced. I’m a latch-key kid. I studied creative writing at Long Beach State. I got my master’s from NYU in Experimental Humanities and Social Thought. I love all kinds of music. Most of my childhood friends died of heroin overdoses or by suicide, or they’re still hooked on junk and in and out of jail. Very few of us made it out alive and sober. But, I’m still here, still fucking alive and kicking. I’m married to a beautiful woman (in all senses of the word) named Jackie.

I’m thirty. I had a spinal cord injury at twenty-two. Trading my skateboard for a wheelchair changed everything about how I move through the world and society; physically, emotionally and mentally. Art is my way of understanding what happened to me, who I was, and who I am continually becoming.

All of these things are part of me, but they are not me. I am only my consciousness.

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