NARRAITIVE (story) accompany the exhibition:
I was riding my Yamaha YZ450F on the coastline after a bomb fire at Zuma in the early hours. Everything aches but gotta push through the next day. The Palms haze as the sun rises out of the fog on the distant horizon—eyes burning behind my camouflage Shadedeyes as I pass cute boys surfing. My jujutsu kaisen tshirt is ripped. I have no plan; that's how you do it. I'm out for it, whatever "it" is.
Good isn't always pleasant, and even evil has standards. Adrenaline governs everything I do. I seek rewards as I travel down the L.A. drain.