For many years I worked jobs that made me miserable doing manual labor that was destroying my body and crushing my soul, just to barely survive. I felt there had to be more to life than work sleep work sleep repeat. Growing up my parents told me I had an artistic gift, but like any good artist, I did not believe them. They would always say “Do something with your srt”. For many years I did not see it as a possibility and had other things consuming my attention. In 2018 my father passed and shortly after my Mother passed. I was left alone in the world I felt as a 31 year old man. Between the time of my Fathers death, and my mothers death, I suffered a 40 foot fall at work that left me with a damaged body. All of these set backs only deepened and added urgency to my search for meaning. I needed to find out my purpose that I spent all those years searching for. During my time in the hospital I developed a freindship with a young man in Africa who had also just lost his father. We developed a bond. He never asked me for anything for years of Frienship until one day a storm ripped through his village and tore the roof off of his house where he lived with his 5 younger siblings and Mother. Out of Desperation he asked for help to fix his roof.

I asked hbow much and he said the material was 50 bucks whuich I thought was a bnargain as far as charity goes, so I took a chance and sent the money. When he sent me videos of how happy his Mother was and all the kids it melted my heart and gave me a feeling of fulfillment unlike anything I had ever felt before, I yearned to help more, but I had no money myself working my ass off just to survive. Fast forward 2 years. I had just posted a picture of an art peice I had made. My freind Baba was asking for help financially, but I had no money. suddenly an idea came to me like a lightning bolt to the brain. My long sought purpose became crystal clear. The idea being to use my supposed “gift” that my now deceased parents always talked about, and my desire to help eliminate some of the suffering on this planet by making art into my carreer, and simultaneously donating a percentage of every peice I make directly to my friend Baba in Gambia to help him and his village.

Suddenly the art was no longer about myself, It became a way for me to honor my Mother and Father and to help these people on the opposite side of the planet. Since then I have not gone a single day withouth making art and I dont think I will ever stop.

So my mission is to make cool art that can hopefully bring joy to those who view it, escape the chains of a soul sucking 9-5, and give a better standard of living to some people on the other side of earth, and hopefully set an example to inspire others to go for their dreams and to help lift up people who are less fortunate in whatever creative way they can, directly human to human.