People have called me a polymath, an eccentric, a jack of all trades, and a weirdo who can’t seem to pick a lane. I just call myself an artist.

I’ve spent most of my life chasing questions. Who. What. When. Why. How. Once one answer led somewhere interesting, I followed it. Sometimes for years. Sometimes just long enough to realize there was something even stranger around the next corner. Along the way I picked up skills through hobbies, schools, books, mentors, friends, and more than a little trial and error. Those skills kept opening doors to jobs nobody in the room really knew how to do. We figured them out anyway. Then I went looking for the next challenge.

I recently stepped away from a career that drifted in and out of my life for more than thirty years as a commission artist and independent copywriter. I painted portraits, made odd pieces for private collections, wrote articles, ghostwrote for clients, produced travel content, and translated scientific subjects into something people could actually read.

Now I’m spending most of my time in 3D rendering. I’m still learning how to tell a story with it. That’s the part that keeps pulling me back.

At the moment I’m rebuilding this website from the ground up. Will it end up any better than the last one? I honestly have no idea. Starting over has always been one of my favorite things.

If you’re curious about the names hagabaudr8 and gentelxc, they’re digital relics—handles from the early internet and late Phreaking era. Gentelxc is a blend of “Generation X” and “Telecommunications,” loosely nodding to Artemisia Gentileschi, an artist I’ve always admired. Hagabaudr8, originally styled in Leetspeak, merges “Haga” (slang for poor quality) with “Baud Rate”—a term from data transmission. It means, “an old computer.” A lot of us back then liked to coin terms of self-deprecation. That era—especially the 80s and 90s—was a chaotic and beautiful time of underground art, exploration, and rebellion.