"...All are available for adoption. I don’t create the memoriez; I just twist them.
Yeah, it all started as an act of desperation and became my art. I started as a jeweler. I still use jeweler’s toolz, or modify them to do what I need to do, to make punk duckz. So, I was at my third or fourth event, when I got an invite to exhibit at an art show with an “Island of Misfits” toy theme. I decided I’d come up with a ‘one-off’ toy line and started promoting. But my initial idea fell apart --
Those are the pretty punk princess poniez. The mouse? The mouse is sixteen bucks.
Yeah, people were asking me what my pieces were going to be about and I was just saying: “Gotta show up to find out!” But I had no idea! I was desperate. I was spinning my wheelz. About a week and a half before the show, I had pretty much given up. Then I randomly walked into a grocery store and I saw a bag of rubber duckz on a shelf. I was like [...Chris widens his eyes + extends his arms and fingers...]: “I wonder what I can do with these?”
It struck a nerve with everybody. Other promoters came up to me with invites to showz and they were always asking: “Can you bring the duckz?” Now I sell them in galleries all over the world. So, it’s my art basically --
Whoa, little buddy, those are sharp. Got to treat it like art. Like a painting.
My studio is a pile of medal and toyz. What I do a lot is I’ll load up a streaming service and play a documentary. Or, some sci-fi to see what it sparks in my head. From there I mix and match chains, spikes, and bands to make each one it’s own unusual, original, one-of-a-kind piece of art. That doesn’t affect the price, though --
Yeah, sure, fifteen is fine. Now I have to give you the spiel: This is for art purposes only; keep away from small children and petz. You have a good weekend now..."