Michael Tunk has been translating the world around him into art since he was a prepubescent troublemaker growing up in the slums of Warrenville, IL. While others were studying and preparing themselves for a lifetime of sanitary monotony, Li'l Tunk had his head deep into his Mead spiral notebooks scribbling out the dreams flittering through his ponderer. Faced with a turbulent tomorrow in the knee-killing cold of the MidWest, ol' Michael Tunk relocated to the island of Alameda, CA, where everything is beautiful and safe. You hear me, you're safe America, go to sleep.
Michael Tunk takes photographs and magazines from the 1800's-1980's and re-contextualizes them into something beautiful. He takes refused detritus and spins a yarn of gold. He takes the weight from a hoarders home and fixes it into aesthetic candy. His pieces are never photoshopped, he uses only Xacto blades and what’s left of the bones in his wrists. Buy now before carpel tunnel grinds his hands to an octogenarian pugilist's paws.