This crewneck features a hand-drawn Saturn graphic paying homage to the 1932 World’s Fair with a back embroidery showcasing the spiritual ephemera in the prefectures surrounding Mt. Fuji in Japan. Screenprinted and embroidered on an oatmeal colored Champion Reverse Weave crewneck sweatshirt, an American knitting mill founded in 1919.

This garment fits true to size. It is sized up in lookbook photos.

my dad flatlined two times and told me he saw nothing on the other side.

a mexican woman shaves my head like a monk down to the scalp, she calls me white boy, I laugh, and peel out.

I went to Japan when I saw a photo of a temple buried on a mountain, walked through the countryside alone and meditated when I found one.

the most beautiful art I have ever seen was from my family when they drew on postcards to each other. I think that’s profound.

for a year, I was up with the birds and heard an angel sigh.

you can cop style but can’t replicate what’s in my bloodline.

i’ve been sleepwalking when I go silent. Hit second level and feel like DeNiro in the opium den.

when I got to San Francisco, my uncle gave me kodachromes from Cairo.

in the Mojave, my ego died when I stared into the cosmos.

I am an escapist until every few years a person shows my demons to my face.

some people search for something, but i’ve been running away.

for years I turned to self-medicate.

when I go home, I sit with my friend at his grave.

because of him I look through the eyes of a child.

I saw the world spinning in circles and hid behind a smile.

Nina said I wish you could know what it means to be me.

I bury myself in work when I feel lonely and use it as my release.

to the point where it became too much of my identity.

when I was 19, I thought my passion would make me feel free.

sometimes, I wonder if it made me an incomplete human being.

these days the art that inspires me deals with mortality.

I stopped chasing the rabbit to find my peace.