In 1988 on December 12th a young student by the name of Barack Obama looked up from his book and shed a single tear. He uttered two words: My God. In that moment he had a vision that he would become President of the United States of America because a small newborn had willed it so, because he liked how cool his name sounded. I am that newborn. I've grown to be a casanova the likes of which fundamentalist Christian anti-gay pastors send public facebook wall solicitations to. Recently Old Spice decided to make a series of commercials that poked slight fun at my life story, but decided to use a digitized version of my face and body that would resemble me surviving a nuclear holocaust and then drinking anti-freeze. Unfortunately America didn't pick up on the sarcasm and I realized if that's how they fawn over ugly me God help them should they see my real face. So I crafted a face o the likes of that of me on a bad day and am marketing said face for projects on this site. Since using this face I've been offered a job on NBC's Worst Man Alive Reality Show...for the irony. I'm off to take my sexy pills or else I break out in gorgeous. It makes everyone around me itch. But nobody's perfect. Except between 12 noon and 12:15 every second Tuesday.

Lamar Dodd School of Art (Live Model, 3+ years)

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