In the cubicle: 9-to-5 Supermarket Señor Graphic Designer.
Out of the cubicle: Multidisciplinary artist spinning visuals & music, powered by ramen.
Out of the cubicle: Multidisciplinary artist spinning visuals & music, powered by ramen.
What do I do?
I make stuff. I throw my guts onto paper, into music, into whatever medium lets me breathe without thinking. Creation begins in a place where nothing dies. It ends in a world where everything does. That shift matters. It’s the moment something stops being an idea and starts being real. No rules. No chase for perfection. Just creation—sometimes a mess, sometimes a masterpiece, sometimes both.
Where do I come from?
My roots? I've got no roots
But my home was never on the ground Dum da da dum...
But my home was never on the ground Dum da da dum...
Few things from the top of my head are video games, comics, cartoons, Art Attack!—Neil Buchanan made me believe anything could be art. My dad’s harmonicas put music in my hands. My mom’s record collection played the soundtrack to my childhood. Goosebumps and Stephen King made me love stories. Chess taught me how to think ahead, how to play the game.
If I wasn’t making art, I’d be fishing. The way my dad taught me—no rods, no fancy gear, just my hands, my instinct, and the water. There’s something primal about it. It’s survival, it’s patience, it’s respect. It’s the same way I approach my work—no shortcuts, no bullshit, just feeling and instinct.
Who am I?
I wear masks. Mars Blackbird isn’t my name, but it’s who I am. Eva Faust was another version of me once. Maybe all of them are real. Maybe none of them are. Alan Watts said we’re not a name, not a thing, just the universe expressing itself. That makes sense to me. We all wear masks. Sometimes, my art is me. Sometimes, it’s the mask.
How do I create?
I don’t plan much—at least, not in the corporate cubicle way. Plans feel like cages. But I’m not wandering blindfolded. I set a course, take risks, change my mind. Sometimes I think ahead. Sometimes I just move.
You will see that rats show up a lot in my work. They’re survival, they’re betrayal, they’re whatever you want them to be. Planets, stars—they’re in there too, reminders of the chaotic order of the universe. And runes—Mannaz and Berkano, M and B, Mars and Blackbird. Humanity and transformation.
Why do I create?
I don’t create to be remembered. I create because I exist. Because something in me needs to spill out into the world. If it connects, if it sparks something in someone—that’s just a bonus.