It's all about me! right?
So here is the short story-long...as it has always been told to me.
When I was still just a infant, my cousin GaGa thought of me as her little baby doll
& thus...felt compelled to take me with her everywhere .
One day while taking me around the neighborhood, she claims that she was stung in the face by a rogue bee & quickly dropped me on my head in the middle of the street!
Where!…I might add!…
SHE LEFT ME ALL ALONE!!!
This is the only explanation I have for
why I am the way I am & why my art is the way it is.
Thank you GaGa for your help
in making me who I am!
One last thing.
I was never told who rescued me that day.
Who knows, maybe I just crawled home.
Hope my little website gives you a smile!