Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ‘cause “the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. — Alexander Supertramp May 1992
“God says we need to love our enemies. It hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it felt like to be me. Once I told the truth about that… I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people l know. And the things I seen and done. My boy, Treelore, always said we going to have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me.”
Creation process of the seahorse. This is my first work of that kind, so please be nice to me:D Hope you’ll like it! I will proceed with this idea of showing how do I work and going to showcase more of my designs being created!