I remember turning 18, and being excited because I could finally get a tattoo. I got my first tiny little tattoo, barely the size of a qurater. Something about it was such a rush, and I ended up back there a month later to add on to my my little piece of art. It was something that I felt connected to, a way to express myself, and not feel so much as one of the zombies you see wondering the world, trying so hard to be like everyone else. Not me, just wasnt my thing to be ‘ordinary’.  I needed my own identity, my own way of expressing my life story, and I found it in the world of tattoos.

I never was a so called “bumper sticker” tattooed person….you know, those people who just get tattoos that have no rhyme or reason all over their body, it doesnt look much like art, just like one of those old Volkswagon Bugs with bumper stickers all over it? I was more of the creating a flow of artwork on my body, where each piece connected together to make a fluid piece of expression on my body. That doesn’t mean my way is the right way, it is just what I like and appreciate more.

So who am I, I will let you be the judge, because no matter what I say, every person ends up making their own judgement regardless.