Back in 2006–2009, I was pure. Clean energy, wide open, a good kid. Connected to the world. Believing everything was tied together. I wouldn’t even step on an ant.
Walking to work, getting cheated on, my father gone, hustling for people I didn’t even care about… and still, melodies kept hitting me out of nowhere. They stacked up. Piled up. Stayed locked in a box for years.
Now it’s 2026.
AI showed up and plugged itself into that same connection… amplified it. Took the cumulative madness of all of us and said, “this is how you do it.”
So I said, fine. Let’s see what happens if I bend to it. If I let it touch my songs.
This is the result.
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
Can we please stop screaming that we are the minority, please, i’m tired now
Can we please stop screaming that we are the minority, please, i’m tired now
Imaginary handmade football objects for the 48 nations of WC26
Imaginary handmade football objects for the 48 nations of WC26
While experimenting… we kinda lost ourselves.
While experimenting… we kinda lost ourselves.
