Malcolm Elijah

data hustler, pixel shredder. raw emotions, feel talk, cosmic systems of logic and anti-logic. My facility consists of several thousand mostly found objects all leading to one illusive fact within the construction of them all. An episodic relief of tension leading to mirrored concentrations in astral focus, inner digital reality, and hyper accelerated distributive informatic processes occuring at an unprecedented rate. Inks, based in organic oils with smells of turpentine and beachwood musk are smeared on most surfaces. My hair is coarse and littered with bits of curls. My eyes look complacent and weary often times though it is usually due to the fact that im not paying attention. I drive an old truck, seasoned with years and a gradient geometric design on the side. It is an appropriate vehicle for myself and the engine of being.