I was born in the small town of Baytown, Texas in 1982. My life there was short and for this I am very grateful. My family moved to the beautiful state of North Carolina when I was very young, where I am currently living today.

The beast called art ran strong through my veins from birth, and showed itself in many forms. I could be found in my room at the age of six playing the piano, and at eleven, words began to form from my hand in rhythmic poetry. I started defining my traditional drawing talents very young in life as well. My imagination was not something that could be stopped. At fourteen I started writing short stories and was accepted into an art college where I took classes from my home. However, this was not the right time in my life for college and I quickly dropped out. As I began high school I pushed my talents in every direction I could and served as president of both the poetry and drama clubs.

Unfortunately, at sixteen, a great hate grew inside of my being. Trying to control my day to day life became an unbearable task. This hate caused many things in my life to go awry. I dropped out of high school as well as left the comfort of my mother's home. I made my new home in the back seat of a 1981 Oldsmobile, where I lived for almost three years doing what I could to survive. The beast called art smoldered inside of my being at this point, for like everything else in my life at this time, I tried to kill it off.

After enduring many hardships, at nineteen I finally had a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head. My artistic eyes were now demented from the pain and hate that I had seen for so long. I started dabbling in the art of tattooing, making my body a canvas, and becoming a walking piece of art. No matter what I did, the beast longed for more and would not quiet until it was satisfied.
I saw myself in another world of hardships at twenty one, causing me to leave what I called home and move to Texas to live with my father. This was the defining moment in my artistic life, for here is where I got my first copy of Photoshop. The beast inside of me rejoiced at this world of CG, and dove in at full force. Photo manipulation and digital painting seemed to come naturally for me; inside this pixelated world I found myself as an artist and quickly began to express the hate and pain my lonely eyes had seen. Images sprang from nothingness, taunting the viewer with there vivid color and intriguing subject matter. However, the beast hungered still.

Through the world of electronic illusion known as Yahoo chat, I met the would be love of my life. I quickly packed my bags and moved to Georgia to be with him. The hate had finally started to recede. My love and I found our way together back to North Carolina where after a few hardships we finally found a home.

After two years of bliss, the beast started to cry out once more and my art had to quickly find an outlet or I was going to explode. I thus found the mass multi-player online gaming world of Second Life. This world was seemingly perfect for me; it allowed me to build, create, texture, and do graphics, all while conducting business, by selling in-game what I was designing. I dove into this world head on. Still the beast wanted more.

At this time I started looking into colleges. I knew I had to feed the beast or he would have consumed me completely. On my long search, I found the Academy of Art University. The only problem was my love and I did not have the extra money for me to be able to even pay for an enrollment fee. The beast screamed out with such a force that the gods trembled before its power.

It just so happened that my love also trembled before the beast, and after two and a half years, decided it best to leave me within my own misery. Before he left his kind heart would not stop, and he handed me the few dimes he had in his bank account. His words rang in my ears "Make your dreams come true, go to college.” The beast had won.

Within the state of turmoil that is my life right now I currently am working on my BFA in animation and VFX. The beast is content, for the moment.