It started out with a lot of fog… then the vibrations started… first my feet… then my chest… i was frozen in the loudest ambient tidal pool ever… and then the fog started to clear and we could make out the wraithlike cloaks behind the mask of green cloud. in a grand opus between throat singing, the tides of distortion, and the pulsation of my body by an ohm of great magnitude… i fell to love and appreciate the metal that is known as sunnO)).
artist. explorer. encourager. cook. curious fellow time traveler. religious faith filled unbeliever.
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analog- 816.651.SHOE
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My soul loves a good surprise. My life is a journey of my love. After college I abandoned illustration to wash dishes at a 5 star restaurant. (I was a poor salesman with a very refined palate) I made zines and hosted events to cure midwestern boredom. I fell in love. It didn't work out. I screamed in a metal band. Hiked across America. I shared paintings and photography to poetically share my transformations and journeys. I biked across the Himalayas and my heart broke for the worlds lack of vision and creativity in the margins. I now live in the middle of America where the concrete weeds are overgrown and still spreading. In the cracks there is new life and unexpected community. The greatest surprise so far was to find sustainability near desolation and creativity in emptiness. I can’t wait for a better world to crash into this one so I’m attempting to make the most of what is most proximate.
Contact. Comment. Question?
digital- footballzine@gmail.com
analog- 816.651.SHOE
streaming- @johnraux
My soul loves a good surprise. My life is a journey of my love. After college I abandoned illustration to wash dishes at a 5 star restaurant. (I was a poor salesman with a very refined palate) I made zines and hosted events to cure midwestern boredom. I fell in love. It didn't work out. I screamed in a metal band. Hiked across America. I shared paintings and photography to poetically share my transformations and journeys. I biked across the Himalayas and my heart broke for the worlds lack of vision and creativity in the margins. I now live in the middle of America where the concrete weeds are overgrown and still spreading. In the cracks there is new life and unexpected community. The greatest surprise so far was to find sustainability near desolation and creativity in emptiness. I can’t wait for a better world to crash into this one so I’m attempting to make the most of what is most proximate.
