Liquidmethod

Artist Statement
Cheap thrills, fast cars, faster women and sex n’ violence around every corner. It’s like a sinister “B” movie that’s playing out in my imagination. Like the cheap paperback you read to escape the drab, dull life that you’ve resigned to accept. You fantasize about barreling down an empty highway, full throttle and running on fumes. No destination in particular as long as it’s anywhere but here. Whether you self implode or slam head first into a brick wall, it’s the thrill of knowing these are the last fleeting moments of your life that drives you. There is no tomorrow, just you and a pile of empty beer cans in a shady hotel on the lower side of town. And oh yeah, a knock on the door.