Conor Boyland

Creative Statement

The day before I left LA, I gave my bed away to a 15 year old Guatemalan kid who had just moved to Hollywood to become a star. I wished him godspeed, called my friends over to stoop chill, and we drank the heart right out of the afternoon. That evening passed us by in glorious blur of whiskey, sexual tension, and cinnamon pancakes. I awoke in the morning with a mangy animal named Taco resting his wiggly little butt on my face. I packed my car, put the city of Angels, Fauxhawks and Fedoras in my rearview mirror, and eventually made my way to Denver. I like it so far. There are cowboys, 90's arcade bars, and great burritos. I think I'll stick around for a bit.