What is there to say? I thought my art would speak for itself.

Taking occasional food breaks, but only rarely, most of my time is spent chained to a post in my basement studio, where I produce vast amounts of artwork. I can usually call a friend to unlock me from my bondage when I feel an urge to splurge. These iron manacles, although painful at times, have allowed me to hone my craft in most mediums and have a far greater understanding of my insignificance in the art world. 

Besides art, there is not much that I am into, besides exotic cuisines, punning, throwing a football and not necessarily in that order.