Pure trial and error, I have always been a creative spirit, if I wasn't doodling in class or making sidewalk art outside my house I guess you could say I was always destined to have a passion for the arts. ​ The early days I drew dragons, my drawing skills were good but I couldn't gain traction, Photography is where I took off. I always had a knack for centering shots and catching moments always engaging and seeing the beauty in the world. Unfortunately I don't have many of my early works but I will post the gems that stood the test of time. ​ The dark days: Every story has to have turbulance, every hero needs a villain, every mountain has a valley and boy did I tumble down that mountain like a ragdoll into the shadows below. I always felt out of place. never felt a sense of worth, a drive that everyone else has. I felt different. I never had any friends, I was bullied, I was miserable. On top of that I hated most the feeling of not knowing who I was.  I got thru high school and moved out. I began experiencing bouts of chronic pain, at first it was mild, but over a couple years I had progressed to being in discomfort quite regularly. I found alcohol to be quite theraputic. I drank myself to oblivion and back for 5 years. I stopped making art, I shut myself in isolation. I was on the brink self destruction I truly believe I was at risk of losing my life. When that day came I couldn't even go to work because I got too drunk I knew I needed help. I didn't want to die. SoI did the best thing I could've done for me and got sober.  In rehab I began to find art again, a part of my brain started to awaken. I started to write again, I had dreams again When I got out I collected as much of my art as I could recover and am now 2 years later, in an effort to branch away from social media and become my own entity. No more censorship! NO HATE! ALL LOVE!