I head out to work each day as a professional illustrator....hair combed neatly, shirt pressed and shoes shined....but that isn't me. Few people know of the storyboard that is my flesh....the tattoos that cover me with the illustrated story of my life....just beneath the freshly pressed cotton. My thoughts run deep......my feelings raw. I crave an outlet. I need to create. Only when I'm creating do I feel alive. There's a medium out there somewhere that needs me to awaken it. My search continues.