"Reverse Order" Painting

My early life, under the name Patrick, began in Southern California and was shaped by the difficulties of a broken home.Amidst the chaos, the world presented itself as an accidental gallery—whether it was the stark canvas, the raw textures of nature, or the deliberate rebellion of the human body through tattoos, piercings, and extreme modifications.
Before I ever picked up a brush with intent, the universe offered an unscripted surrealist exhibition. Standing on my childhood driveway one evening, I watched a silent, unexplainable craft hover low over the neighborhood—an encounter that quietly rewired my understanding of reality.
Life eventually drifted into heavier, darker orbits. I fell in with the wrong crowd and slid into a punishing addiction to alcohol, spending years trapped in a cloudy, disoriented hangover of a life. Today, I am over six years sober, wide awake, and fiercely in love with every vibrant detail of existence I once overlooked.
Or perhaps, reality is slightly stranger than that.
My teenage UFO sighting wasn't just a passing flash in the sky; it was an extraction.
Pulled up into the cold geometry of an extraterrestrial vessel, I was carried across light-years into a distant galaxy. I made strange allies, learned the impossible mechanics of the cosmos, and quickly discovered that alien civilizations—much like humanity—carry both profound grace and ruthless exploitation. Deceived by those I trusted and marked to be integrated into a hive-mind of synthetic humanoids, I broke free, staged an escape, and hijacked an alien craft.
The stolen vessel belonged to a notorious intergalactic syndicate dealing in illicit art stolen from across dimensions, navigated via planetary portals that only unlock when rare crystals and stones are aligned precisely under the sun or moonlight. During my frantic escape through the portal grid, the sentient, bio-mechanical architecture of the ship fused directly into my DNA.
Whether the canvas is pulled from the gritty redemption of earthly recovery or downloaded directly from the memory banks of a hijacked alien mothership, my work explores the macabre, the surreal, and the cosmic. Each painting and design serves as a direct communication of the worlds I have experienced, observed, and am determined to remember. It was at this point that Atticus Shore came into being.