It is difficult to put walls in place surrounding the ‘Origin Point’ of my work. It is seemingly a shapeshifting expression of the human experience. When I say, ‘the human experience,” I am referring to the condition of existence we collectively share. Our faculty feeling, sensation and sensibility. The appreciation, atmosphere, aura, awareness, consciousness, impression, intuition, perception, premonition, presentiment, and sentiment that is ever-present yet ever- changing. To explain my attempts to harness anything reminiscent of this, I must also explain my choice of mediums.
Throughout the years I’ve explored various art forms, from painting and sculpting to drawing and much more. Recently, I became tangled up with the human body its self and I once I started and could never look back. When living skin becomes a canvas its is very rare for one to let go in search of something else. There is a running joke that when one becomes a tattoo artist one becomes a therapist, a councilor, and sometimes a doctor of the soul. In my profession I again and again have begun to see myself as something close the ferryman docked at the River Styx. I stand as an interpreter or a guide waiting to be in service to those who come knocking at the door. I work with people from all walks of life and each has their own unique experience to convey through each new work of art.

When I am commissioned to take on a client my work always begins with a conversation. Often they will tell a story or point to a time in their life that was so significant it gave them something to remember, something to hold on to. Sometimes it is a picture, a symbol, a mantra; Other times it is a burn or a scar to be hidden. It can be as simple as a light hearted quote or so deep as to honor their darkness. My job is to listen. My job is to interpret. I decipher what part of their experience is the most important and capture its essence. There is always an answer to be found in this process. An answer that drove them to permanently manipulate their body and

make such a commitment. From here I take the intrapersonal to the interpersonal. I capture a moment of time and give them an experience that will be with them until they die.
For some, this is too much pressure to bare. For others, its significance is completely neglected and treated like a hustle. Even so, there are the few, the shamans and the masters, the creators and the spirit dancers. Those that walk the line between a painful torture and masochistic subliminal-bliss, all the while with a humility and respect for those that crave their help. Blessed am I, for these are the teachings of my mentors. Blessed I am, for this is the path I chose to follow.