I‘ve been involved somehow or another with art for as long as I can remember. What began as art lessons as a child, (because my infallible grandmother considered it an integral part of a ‘well-rounded education), progressed toward a very arty matric, and a complete lack of any other tools to make a living. Art is all I do, and all I‘ve ever done. It‘s a love/hate relationship. We get along, begrudgingly, somehow manufacturing nice things that people like as a result. It‘s mystifying. Maybe that’s why I‘m up to my neck in it. I can‘t imagine doing anything else.
Becoming a tattooist has been by far the most humbling endeavour I‘ve ever undertaken in art. I‘m doing it because it feels like an endless combination of possibilities exist within this medium, and I want to chew on them until I‘m satisfied! (Which will obvs be never.)
Tattooing is still very new to me, and there are so many styles I‘d like to explore, but I‘m currently most drawn to sketchy, whimsical, spontaneous looking work. Illustrative, adventurous approaches inspire me. I like developing concept and composition simultaneously. I‘m currently attracted to the approach that the body is just a canvas, there are no limits to what you can and can‘t draw on it.