“What's with all the skeletons and darkness?” I get asked some variation of this question quite a bit. Why the skulls? Why the monsters? Why does everything look like something terrible either just happened or is about to happen? My answer is usually pretty simple. “Because I can.” And I don't mean that in some defiant, fuck-the-art-world, misunderstood-genius kind of way. I mean it quite literally. I can finally draw whatever the hell I want. Which is particularly liberating

I’m convinced that if Scary Bear had a voice, it would belong to none other than Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson. Why, you might ask? Why the fuck not? Look at him. Doesn’t he just look like he’d have that lazy, slightly slurred Queens drawl that 50 acquired after taking a bullet through the cheek? That unmistakable combination of menace, amusement and complete disregard for anyone else’s feelings? And the laugh. 50 Cent has one of the greatest laughs in recorded human history. It’s

There are certain things that happen during childhood that, for reasons nobody can adequately explain, become permanent fixtures in your brain. Core memories. Not necessarily the important stuff. Not birthdays, graduations (I only had one, by the skin of my teeth, or because they just wanted me gone), or those carefully orchestrated moments your parents spent hundreds of dollars trying to make memorable. Sometimes it’s something completely fucking ridiculous. I have a few. On

Sometime around 2015, I found out I had synesthesia by accident. I was at my studio doing a photo shoot with a photographer friend who moonlighted in philosophy, psychology and dark arts. Cool guy. No idea what happened to him. We were waiting for the rest of the band to arrive, killing time, and I started playing him demos and unfinished beats. This was back when I could spend an unreasonable amount of time explaining exactly who should be on a record that didn’t yet have an