Time is a prison and a precious commodity. 
It's this line of thinking that both forced me into expressing myself through the arts and was the basis of the majority of my misadventures. Ive always errored on taking the more risky choice with presented with comfort / experience choices of that sort of dualistic nature. 
I'm a runaway, a street fighter, and a joker. At first, I found music. The first things that spoke to me were angry and so was I. I started to play bass and met other freaks. After a while, I started playing in bands. I met the Bad Brains by accident and Darryl Jennifer took me under his wing. I lost friends to heroin and ended up stranded in LA. I joined other bands and began to tour the world. I fell into the family of weirdos making a southern California music festival called Desert Daze and helped it grow as the Creative Director. There, I started archetypes and a leaderless religion as an art project because I felt the weight of having 10000 people on psychedelics and wondered what the CIA would do. This pursuit opened the door to breathing exercises, yoga, sobriety, discipline, and honing my focus toward love and connection.  I began getting jobs designing and directing experiences for pop stars and brands and started a company doing that. 
Now I'm reclaiming my time by making art for myself and working on projects that feel good. I'm currently consumed by the concept of transaction and how we pay for and trade time. All my current pieces deal with this in some way. 
Hail Eris.