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.
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
the sacrifice made to make myths real
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
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.
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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.