I'd just like to point out that none of this shit is really my fault.
I mean let's not kid ourselves. Once the combined forces of Star Wars, Heavy Metal Magazine and Magic Mushrooms arose in the galaxy? I was pretty much just fucking doomed.
Right off the bat I want to thank every single one of you that has supported and encouraged me through the years. Buying my art, commissioning me for custom pieces and harassing my ass to finally MARKET my work to the public. Special mention to Jesper Braam, creator of the the Lowbrow Art Academy of Copenhagen, of which I am a founding member.
The last few years have been a blast, and the instruction, advice and exposure to so many insanely talented artists among our guest instructors and students has literally changed my day to day forever. For that I am humbly grateful. Anyways...
I am one lucky motherfucker. I grew up in the 70's and 80's, bathed in neon, amazeballs music and the psychedelic band poster art of the Big Five, Alton Kelley, Victor Moscoso, Rick Griffin, Wes Wilson & Stanley Mouse.
A treasure trove of comics from the 40's and 50's, stashed in a drawer at my grandparents' house, kick-started a lifelong love affair of the medium, fueled by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Steve Ditko and too many others to mention, as the years rolled by.
Both my grandfathers served in WWII, which led me to bomber nose art, and the old pin up calendars in their garages had my mouth dry and my palms sweaty before I ever even touched a wrench.
suddenly, Van art was huge and Frazetta was everywhere! On carnival rides and the cover of Edgar Rice Burroughs Conan and Tarzan. Then I discovered the insane cars, Tshirts and art of Big Daddy Roth in the ads pages of a comic book, which eventually led to Von Dutch, Coop and yet another horde of gifted, howling lunatics. At a highly inappropriate, but highly grateful, age David Mann came smoking at me off the pages of Easyriders and Playboy while stolen copies of Penthouse Magazine introduced me to the joys of Jamie Hewlett's Tank Girl. wEEKENDS, HOWEVER, WERE STILL ALL ABOUT tHE wONDERFUL wORLD OF dISNEY, lOONEY tOONS AND tHE sUPER fRIENDS!
tHEN, More years ago than I care to admit, I picked up and rebuilt an old Kwakker and somewhere along the way, realized that what I really wanted to do was wrench and create art of my own. I wanted to paint helmets and pinstripe gas tanks and travel to bike shows and rallies and do all the fun things! The Sailor Jerry tattooed goddesses I was spending so much of my time with and puppy dog eyeing probably helped a wee bit too. Thanks for the fever dreams, Ladies!
All in all? I was born at the perfect time. I've lived through and been inspired by so many amazing artists and movements, through so many different media. The 40's through the 80's is still where I live in my head and I'm either five or sixteen through it all, depending on what I'm experiencing on a given day. I still read Comic Books, I still read and watch Fantasy & Sci Fi, I still groove to all the music, i STILL DRINK wHISKEY AND BEER, EAT, SMOKE AND DO ALL THE THINGS, WAVE AT ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS and I still go BRAAP!!!
Here's some of my art. Hope it flashes y'ALL back to your happy PLACES and makes you grin. Cheers!
-Killer, Lowbrow Artist, Victoria, BC, Canada, 07/20/20