greetings. my name is bryan price.
i live in los angeles. some people call me b.p. .
i was raised in a home with jesus, p.t. barnum, the
first three dali lamas, harriet tubman, jimmi hendrix,
bob ross, norman rockwell, peter parker and eli whitney:
the inventor of the cotton gin. when i was a child
i believed i would walk on water and become a martyr
and sit at the right hand of god. then i grew up and
crawled into the pyramids at giza and dropped acid
and ran with the bulls. i used to be obese but cut
up my stomach and have been diagnosed as an alcoholic/addict,
schizophrenic depressive but have recently come to
pull the pedestal out from these experts sure feet
in an effort to reject their divining rod decrees.
the following content is some of the work i have done
up until now throughout the pit bull mornings and
taco bell eves. it was born out of a love for championing
couches that smell like sweat and an overture to isolation,
drawing lines between dots, kissing walls and dry
humping the air. i am in the process of rewriting
it all as we speak. and i do it. every night. with
great grace, class and style. it is my proverbial
“thing”.
enjoy.
bp.
