Growing up on the mean streets of Port Tampa, Florida, I quickly learned to find beauty in the most unlikliest of places. Music was the sounds of gunfire erupting as I tried to sleep. Art was the vulgarities splashed in paint against my elementary school’s walls. Love was the daily beatings dealt to me by the bully down the block.

Some of that stuff might not have actually happened, but I figured I’d have more credibility as an artist if you thought I had a rough life growing up.

Things actually weren’t too bad, and I’ve survived long enough to make it out here to Austin, TX where I’m working on my latest film / multimedia projects with some really cool people.

I hope to post some more content on here in the very near future!