I am a Paleolithic painter born in the technological age. I paint death and dreams of death like democratic scribblings on billboards, public walls and bathroom stalls.

The trick to painting sapiens objectively is  through the eye of the alien anthropologist, who sees horror without the filters of the apologist or propagandist, the patriot or the partisan. My religion is to paint the violent ape of earth, who stole technology from the gods and made god in his image, if only to make bigger and more lethal spears and jihad the world with his nihilism.

I am a war photographer and a journalist, a shaman and an anthropologist. Like my brother and sister parietal painters of the Upper Paleolithic, I reveal symbols and images from the true akasha to contrast the propaganda of history as a set of lies agreed upon, flashing in perpetuity from cell feeds and big screen TVs in bars and living rooms.

The works are created with the intent that future anthropologists will dig them up from landfills to discover an alternate visual history of our age in brutal opposition to the sanitized mythologies state historians,  schills and apologists.

My glyphs say one thing: Follow the EXIT signs to the light.