Samuel Earl Patterson III

A mind tumbling blindly through caverns will roll on, continuing to splatter against the rocks and goring itself on stalagmites the whole way down. At least, mine has. Coming to realize that this experience wasn’t as #relatable as I first believed, I saw a great chance to leverage an underdeveloped market opportunity—- uh, I mean creatively represent my experience with severe mental illnesses.

My practice draws from some of the only things that have kept me company during this descent. Comics, Funk Records, Old films, and Underground mid-2000s Hip Hop planted the seeds that pushed their way past the suffocating weeds and spiky thorns of plastic roses.

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