Art was recording music from the radio to later write the lyrics on pause and play mode in my composition book of rhymes. Art was laying on the bed for hours staring into the ceiling wondering "what is life" and my purpose as I naively scavenged through pages of the Word searching for understanding, the answer. Art was Bob Ross's happy little trees and admiring my name done in my dads signature graffiti. Art was the depth of my mothers thoughts hand written between layers of loose leaf --Art is my Life-Art became me... A kid who grew up Bronx, filled with beauty, edge and tenacity during the great 90's.
Bringing Art to Every Household.