Teenage ennui gone awry. Godforsaken youth, doomsday in suburbia-- all meticulously rendered through clean lines and stippling. Gnarly.
Do yourself a favor and click the images to view larger. And check out his interview on Fecal Face.
"Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing who I 'haunt.'(...)Such a word means much more than it says, makes me, still alive, play a ghostly part, evidently referring to what I must have ceased to be in order to be who I am."André Breton, Nadja