my art journey transformation
With a passion for the fantastical and a vibrant palette, Kurt is a woodworking artist who transcends the traditional boundaries of the craft. Their hands transform wood into captivating three-dimensional canvases, where the realms of imagination come alive through intricate carvings and the bold infusion of mixed media. From ethereal creatures to otherworldly landscapes, each piece tells a story, inviting viewers into a realm where color dances with form and the ordinary gives way to the extraordinary. Kurt’s art is an exploration of the boundless possibilities that emerge when the natural warmth of wood meets the limitless expanse of fantasy.
At age 18, a tree fell on me at the entrance of Prospect Park while I was running away from bullies. The tree hit them too—I guess you could call that karma.
I remember hearing a crackling noise. I thought it was fireworks. I ran toward the sound, looked up, and said, “Oh shit, my life’s over.” Then I collapsed—my legs twisted like a pretzel. At first, I thought the tree missed me. I thought it just landed nearby. But it didn’t. The tree slammed me down and twisted my legs. Ever since that day, I’ve believed there must be a reason I’m still alive—that I’m meant for something more.
And I’ve come to believe that “something more” is to create beautiful art for the world.
I am a constellation of contradictions: Dyslexia rearranges my universe.ADHD ignites supernovas in my mind.
OCD builds labyrinths; PTSD storms through them. BPD and bipolarity duel like fire and ice. Paranoia whispers, anxiety screams—
and somewhere on the autism spectrum, I map the silence between stars.My life is not a void. It is a collision of creation and destruction—a phoenix forged in chaos. I sculpt meaning from the tempest.What others call disorder, I call art. the world wants to diagnose my fire as "broken."but I am a storm that creates beauty.
disabilitys
and struggles
a balance
with nature
the sacrifice made to make myths real
All my life since my trauma, I’ve been suicidal at the same time I would never kill myself making my art is like dancing with blades and dancing with death. My fingers are very close to the blade. It’s exhilarating knowing at any moment I can die. I don’t use a bandsaw like normal people use a bandsaw to do my art. I have to have my fingers close to the blade so I have full control over creating the detail so at any moment one mistake and I’m dead. My art costs a lot because of that reason making beautiful art that no one else could do in this world the sacrifice that I make to make art could be my life, but I would never kill myself on purpose
When I sculpt with a bandsaw, I work like no one else—my fingers hover centimeters from the blade. This is not recklessness; it’s necessity.
To carve the intricate details that define my work, I must put myself at risk.
The danger is the point. It’s exhilarating— making my art is like dancing with blades—dancing with death. One slip, and I bleed.
My pieces cost what they do because they are forged in this fragile space. I’m creating something beautiful that no one else in the world can replicate. Each cut whispers: "I could die today, but I choose to create instead.”
the origin of all myths are real art
I won’t go into full detail, but when I was younger, I was kidnapped and gang raped. Making art is the only way I know how to exist in a world where “bad stuff doesn’t happen to people.
I don’t want to live in the real world, so I’ve built a world where fantasy is reality. People tell me to grow up and face reality, but when I live in their reality it makes me want to kill myself. So I live in a realm where all myths are real.
Talking about my trauma to a psychiatrist or therapist doesn’t help me it only makes their reality more vivid. But making art helps me. I can’t change their world, but I can reshape mine. In my universe, I’ve already died in theirs. I’m not gone - I have just transferred myself to another world, a world where all myths are real.
I dropped out of high school because I had classmates who tried to end my life. I feel like I have died many times in the world called Earth. So much pain in your world I just can’t live in it anymore, but I don’t want to die so I will just stay in my world until I find love on Earth there will be nothing to live for in your world so I will just live in my world where my first love is art.
’m a New Age Renaissance Artist—fully self-taught. What I do can't be learned in a classroom.
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At age 10, my dad would take me to his work at Silvercup Studios. My brother and I would make toy swords out of wood and then play fight in Prospect Park. One day, I worked on the bandsaw and made a creature instead of wooden swords. My dad saw the creature I made and quickly put it on a painted background. He said, “You’re an artist, Kurt,”
My dad and all his coworkers, who work in the film industry, said that no one can do what I had just done using a bandsaw. They all said it was impossible - yet I was able to do it. Since that day, I have been making my mythical creatures.
annihilating pain ALTERING through art
I get my inspiration from all myths. I live in a world that’s like a video game: eating healthy levels up my constitution. running levels up my stamina, working out levels up my strength, doing anything with my hands levels of my dexterity. going through trauma levels up my wisdom 'doing research levels up my intellect, socializing levels up my charisma , cooking levels up Alchemy, taking chances levels up my luck, singing level up my muse magic, making art levels up my creation magic, praying to the mythical gods levels of my faith. At the end of each day, I enter the Dream World, where I commune with mythical creatures and gods. There, I choose which ones to bring back to the real world. I craft them in my dreams, and before I wake up, I assign my skill points and level up. The more you do something the better you get at it I was just lucky enough to start out with a unique skill that no one can do except me. But all magic comes at a cost and the cost of my unique creation magic could end up being my life.
So please, support my journey by buying my artwork. And if you can’t afford an original piece, you can still help by purchasing the products born from my art—my “artwork babies,” if you will.
I draw inspiration from all myths. I live in a world that feels like a video game: eating healthy levels up my Constitution, running boosts my Stamina, working out increases my Strength. Anything I do with my hands improves my Dexterity.
Going through trauma levels up my Wisdom. Research increases my Intellect. Socializing raises my Charisma. Cooking levels up my Alchemy, and taking chances increases my Luck. Singing awakens my Muse Magic, making art strengthens my Creation Magic, and praying to mythical gods increases my Faith.
At the end of each day, I enter the Dream World, where I commune mythical creatures and gods. There, I choose which ones to bring back to the real world. I craft them in my dreams, and before I wake up, I assign my skill points and level up.
The more you do something, the better you get. I was just lucky enough to start out with a unique skill no one else has: Creation Magic. But as with all magic, mine comes at a cost—and that cost might be my life.
My art is born in two realms:before making them in the real world
The Dreamworld—where I draft mythical creatures in starlight, testing forms in the safety of sleep.
The Bandsaw Blade—where I carve those visions awake, fingers kissing death to birth beauty no one else dares make.