Milo is an artist from California. Carmel to San Francisco to Los Angeles.
His art is associative, it is visceral, it is Zen.
It is organic, it is hi-tech, it is nothing.
It is jazz, it is graffiti, it is metaphysical abstract.
It is naïve. It is implicit. It is self-evident.
It is proletarian; it is of Politis.
It is violent; it is sexual and pornographic.
It is all either meaningless or meaningful.
It is eleven, it is the number 13.
It is black ink, it is black paint.
It is full of souls intertwining.
INTERLACING. INTERFACING.
Trip. Trip hard, you are in the zone now…
It is meditative. It is unpremeditated.
It is figurative. It is non-figurative.
It is Motherwell, Haring and Pollock.
It is functional and dysfunctional
in simultaneity.
It is Heaven, it is Hades,
all in one bubble daddy.
It is ancient fire-sittings,
it is set in the 22nd Century.
It is a bastard; it is legitimate.
It is art with indigenous holes…