DUNCAN MISCHO

Raised by hippie counterculture nomads, and trained with pencil, knife, and paper from a young age. From cardboard castles of youth to decrepit brick buildings of university, the walls around us have always been the most sacred canvas. The rattle of aerosol cans silenced by endless pink foam, to be awoken again by the brush and palette. In the age of fabric, we are the electric exiles of the underground digital resistance. Art is a weapon.