ComradeGarcon: I'm not sure that I have a niche, but I think that I am best described as a young, dumb, full - of - life person. I feel that at my age, I am trying to grasp tightly to the last bit of innocence I have, with the next phase being one of complete manhood. Perhaps that terrifies me on some level. That's a lot of responsibility. I certainly don't want to clean up my own spilt milk...
On the outside, I wear clothes that seem like they were designed by Osh-Kosh, B'Gosh and tailored for an adult male. It's like I'm a cherub that some how wiggled through the gates of heaven and ended up living on the other side, somehow got the chance to grow up. (My mother would say I look like an angel but I'm really demonic.) Some hell-raising angel, living la dolce vita and eating soft ice cream sundaes or banana split with maraschino cherries on top with a strawberry drizzle - irrevocably sweet. Perhaps I can be many things, and it all depends on the mask I'm asked to wear.
All I know is this:
Me, being the artist that I am
Being the age that I am
Having the body that I have
Having the face shape that I have
This really does work for me!