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Not much is known about Dmitri Arbacauskas, before he came riding in out of the east with only a paintbrush, a leather punch, and a host of mad ideas snaking their way through his head. It's said that he's one of the few people to have attended Cornish College of the arts, and possibly Miskatonic University as well. It's also said that he's been known to howl at the moon, and to hold strange rituals on its dark, demanding sacrifices of rum, tobacco, and entire bottles of paint.
But then, people tend to say a lot of things.
Who am I? An artist. A bit of a geek. A bit crazy, sure, but then, that's all of us these days. I'd rather let my work speak for itself, rather than you try to deduce how my own personal history affects it (generally, it doesn't), but should you feel the need to find out more about me, you can always try my personal Twitter or Tumblr accounts.
Current Residence: Seattle, deviantWEAR sizing preference: Men's Large, Personal Quote: This is mine. There are many others like it, but this one is mine.