um, i never am good at stuff like
this but... oh well.
so yeah, i'm mike. known to some as odd, known to most
as "that
douche bag." i guess you could say that i am an artist... but the
fact is... i hate art. i hate the art community and all of it's self-righteous
implications. i am fed up with so called artists who feel somehow special,
or gifted, because they have slightly better trained motor skills than
the average folk. so f'ing what you wanks! to me at least, art transcends
skill or "talent." art is a reaction, a language, and anyone
who can speak can create an idea i have yet to see - and so they are
artists in my opinion. so go fuck yourself members of the elitist, intellectual
art community... you bore me.
now with that being said, lemme take a sec to commend those who are out
there using whatever MEDIUM they can to make a statement against said
bullshit. there are droves of amazing folks out there redefining what
term art is, and thus condemning the "fine arts." there isn't
much that needs to be said for work that speaks for itself; free of winded
explanations, or contrived and fallacious back story. moreover, something
should be said for those who seek the moment where artist and viewer
connect, free of language or need there of. so to those of you out there
lifting a finger to the definitions and formalities... respect.
right, sorry for the rant. aside from all that i am just someone who
grew up with sketchbooks full of these little bastard creations, craving
an audience to share them with, but never having the balls to set them
free on the world; till a few of years ago that is. since then it has
a mad rush of sketches, paintings, and digital works to get to this,
whatever the hell "this" is. when i'm not working on terribly
odd, i do work as a freelance graphic artist, which is where most of
my formal training lies. however, more and more i am trying to turn terribly
odd into something i can do permanently. if that does happen, well...
then i'd be kinda happy.
so hopefully u enjoy this miserable work i create. if u don't though,
that's totally cool, just be sure to let me know how ridiculous you think
it is that i am even alive.
thanks for checkin' this out,
-ODD- |
A
native of Cat Island, The Bahamas, (though born in Miami
during a mainland visit by his parents), Terribly Odd grew
up in poverty as the son of a dirt farmer. He had little
formal education and at the age of 15 was sent to Miami
to live with the natives, in order to forestall a growing
tendency toward delinquency. while In the U.S., Terribly
Odd first experienced the pop culture society that blankets
the country - a great shock to a boy coming from a place
where he could only manage to receive two television stations
on antennae fashioned from aluminum foil. In Miami he found
an unknown determination to find and create opportunities
for women in crotchless panties, and naughty children.
