My older sibling, wanted a little sister so she, pulled me around in a little red wagon dressed up in a sun skirt until I was five .. a year earlier my mom stopped breast feeding me but proceeded to feed me wheat germ, carob and tofu way before it was cool. My brothers told me a jock strap was what fighter pilots wore on their heads for oxygen.. so I ran around the neighborhood with my arms out like a plane, jockstrap on my head making fighter jet noises .. what I am trying to say is I had a very typical childhood.

In the pursuit of money, fame and petrified hot chicks I studied Anthropology, quickly changing my major to something less respectable “Inter-Media Sculpture”. My hobby in design and technology lead me to web design which is where I spent 7 years working as a web designer and an art director for Microsoft Games and Xbox.

A few years ago .. I made the decision to pursue my passion for having absolutely no money and eating unhealthy amounts of rice .. I wondered “How does one achieve such a goal?” BECOME AN ARTIST/ILLUSTRATOR full time.. I can’t think of a better way to accomplish it.

So here I am .. living in Buenos Aires ... confusing the poor locals with my own dialect of Spanish (A mixture of charades, speaking slowly with my eye brows raised and adding “o” at the end of English words).