The Half Artist defies the neat boxes art tries to live in. A writer by instinct, a poet by evolution, and a musician by sheer compulsion, he drifts between mediums like a restless traveller—always searching for the next frontier.

Since 2005, he has poured literal years—not metaphorical, but cumulative, pen in hand, lived years—into the act of writing. What began as a dismissed and ridiculed teenage pastime became an unshakable ritualistic obsession, filling his archives with half-finished songs, recordings, sketches, poems, and fragments of life too alive to be discarded.

As his craft grew more intricate and unruly, he abandoned the safety of conventional structure and stepped toe into the trauma-stained arena of slam poetry. There, he became a National Poetry Slam state finalist, claimed multiple slam victories, and built a reputation as a voice worth hearing—even in rooms unaware he makes music, or that he even exists at all.

Neurally-spiced for over thirty years, his mind moves in relentless spirals, pulling him into long hyper-focused nights of beat-making, sampling, mixing, and production—driven by an almost unreasonable yet relentless inner compass, he chases the alchemy of sound and word in endless circles where hours vanish, ideas multiply, and the outside world ceases to exist.

For him, art is neither a pastime nor profession—it is an act of survival. Every piece, whether spoken, written, drawn, expelled, or composed, is a love letter to the tangled, transcendent power of the true expression.

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