The one responsible for the madness

Robin Ward

A man in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie sitting on a stone ledge in front of an old, weathered white door with a broken window and rust stains. He is wearing a black wide-brimmed hat and black shoes, with dark vegetation at his feet.

I’m an outsider artist, writer, voice actor, actor, director and producer — but you’ve likely never heard of me. That’s because, due to a defect at the factory where I was made, I don’t fit into any boxes around. So, I just keep on chipping away at the fabric of myself and this world, crafting books, puppet shows, music and whatever else slips out of the ether of me.