Nathan Mullet

There’s one fact, one idea, one notion and the central core of my identity, and it’s all you need to know about me:

I am an artist.

That sounds incredibly pretentious - and in a lot of ways, it is; a blessing and a curse. Ever since I was four years old, I was fascinated by pen and paper, and what one could do if they put the two together. My first drawings were stick figure dinosaurs that my mother still has to this very day. As I grew up, I paid close attention to my surroundings: the sounds, the sights, the feelings summoned - all of this external stimuli I would experience as a growing human being, I would internalize and subconsciously be able to reflect in my artwork.

My sci-fi and fantasy influences became more prominent as I went through middle and high school; everyone started to know me as an “artist”. I did not have nor could I attach a higher meaning to that; no, it was much simpler in my mind: I just liked to draw.

College was the place I begun to develop into what one would call a modern “artist” - this is where I would learn to master the physicality of the art that I liked to make, but I would be able to consciously infuse my pieces with a sublayer of context and meaning. This is the place where the intersection of my cartoon influences would clash with the depraved and depressed brain that was forming at a pace equal to my artistic skills - which was quite rapidly. This is the curse - the curse of observation, of overthinking, of perfectionism in execution - these qualities transferred from the page to my hand, all the way up to my brain, and as much as art was already a puzzle to me, my entire life began to feel like a puzzle. And art was the missing piece.

Now I make art about me and what I think of the world. It’s either brilliant or terribly stupid. It’s my observations of self and society, truthfully and unabashed reflected back to you. It’s cartoons, words and pictures, all in one. While I’m making a long story short, here is where I stand currently, blessed and cursed as such: I’m a portraitist, an illustrator, a poet, a philosopher, an urban oracle in the age of social media and societal constructs. Like I said - pretentious, but at least in my case, aware of it. Artist, in my case, might actually be too strong a word - I’m just an idiot with a pen..