I have been drawing on people since I could hold a marker in my tiny toddler hands. More than once, my best friend and I got sent home from daycare because we were covered in ink. In high school, I was getting detentions because all I had accomplished in science class was a full-color sharpie back piece on my lab partner. Finally, after achieving a Bachelor’s in Industrial Design from Syracuse University, I was sure that I would never fit into the corporate world. I had nothing, and above that, had nothing to lose. So I found the one tattoo shop in the back woods of Maine, where I’m from, to try my hand at the art. I poured my heart and soul into landing an apprenticeship and learning how to tattoo.
The apprenticeship was one of the hardest earned, best times of my life. Hours spent inhaling poisonous flux while hand-making all of our needles. Days passed by doing nothing but cleaning: cleaning the floors, the bathrooms, the motorcycles… I had no money. I lived in a one-room apartment and shared a bathroom with whoever moved in next door. My friend Lauryn and the guys at the shop gave me their leftovers at lunch and dinner. And you know what? I loved it. I learned respect. I learned how to respect my craft and myself and will forever be grateful to Adam Gordon and Doug Wood for that.
Now, years later, I have studied many styles and I have settled into Realism and Surrealism. I like tattooing in black and gray as well as color. Telling a story and conveying an idea inspire me. The aesthetic of my work varies quite a bit because intuitively, I pick up on who my client is and it influences the piece I design for him or her. I think not only about my artwork by itself, but also how my client will wear it in his or her life. My clients, and who they are, inspire me and I try my hardest to give them the artwork they deserve.