Squadt Custom

DrilOne is a New Yorker at heart and a San Franciscan by location. On the East Coast, he painted only 2d work; on the west coast, toys and other 3D objects are his preferred canvas. He began working with vinyl in 2005, and soon after stumbled upon the formula that would serve as his signature style. By taking a playful object and distressing it to, quite literally, its breaking point, Dril comments on oblivion, transience, and re-birth. Dril says simply: “I love rust, decay, history, ruins, military, skulls, vintage, and all this makes me who I am.” Art is in Dril’s blood. The son of a painter, he cannot imagine or remember life without drawing. He is a veteran of the New York City public school system and spent most of his life amidst the city’s chaos and creativity. His upbringing and admiration for contemporary, pop and graffiti artists are reflected in his work. The many inspirations that inform his art include abandoned amusement parks, insane asylums and old military bunkers. Dril has made a name for himself with his instantly recognizable visual expression, and his sought-after figures can be seen in art galleries and collections around the world. Standouts among Earth. All that remains is a shell of what the humans once called home. They are all gone now. Wiped out by a violent plague of some sort.. The cause? Who fucking knows…that’s not the point of this story. The point is how the hell the Squadts came to call our planet home. I will tell you. The powers that be, on the Squadts mother planet, thought it would be a good idea to purge their prisons and cleanse their lands of the dregs of society. They loaded them up by the thousands, into a massive, interstellar, incarceration transporter (a huge fucking prison ship). Earth would be the final destination. It would now serve as a prison planet for the unruly Squadt masses. They would be left to their own devices, but monitored closely by the powerful Squadt overseers back home. A violent social experiment of the grandest scale…but of course shit went wrong. Upon entering the earths atmosphere the massive prison ship had a major entry sequence malfunction. The landing was successful, but not without extensive casualties and complete decimation of the home planet communication and monitoring systems. The surviving Squadts took right to their new home, adopting leftover human technology as