So it all started when I was born. I grew up watching my mom painting flowers on satin pillows as a hobby and a side income, to a child’s eye, that was beautiful. Ever since I was a child I’ve been attracted and stimulated to do art, some of my earlier memories are of me painting in my room with a Disney projector. In school I always was the drawing boy, although I was attracted and inspired by many things like clay sculpting and other manual crafts, every chance I had to doodle something, I would take it.
When I was around 13 the tattoo shows started showing on TV, Miami ink and such. I had never had any contact with the tattoo world, nobody in my family had tattoos. The closest to it was the temporary tattoos, bough during summer, that was fun. But these shows really sparked my curiosity, captivated me and I was a regular viewer. It got to a point where I wanted to do it too! So I would ask my parents for a tattoo starting kit, I never got it. Who would buy it for a kid so young? Not many parents…
Through many hardships in the life of an artist with no money, a wonderful girlfriend and a dream…here I am now.
Sometimes I think that this is nothing special, there are thousands of better artists, I’m nothing, but to me, to my life and my personal goals, this matters, being broke for a while matters, sacrificing matters, making someone happy with a tattoo matters, getting to know you matters.