My journey into art didn't start in some fancy gallery or art school. Growing up in Windsor, Ontario meant zero traditional art scene—galleries? Basically nonexistent. Music was alive, sure, but we're talking gritty punk shows and experimental noise, not exactly the mainstream vibe.

So where did I find my creative outlet? The streets gave me graffiti. Saturday morning TV fed me cartoons. And extreme music—metal, hardcore, the heavier the better—became my soundtrack. Those three forces shaped everything. Raw expression, bold visuals, and that anti-establishment energy you feel in underground scenes.

That mix of street art, animated storytelling, and intense sonic landscapes? That's where my aesthetic was born. No museums needed. Just walls to paint, tapes to blast, and a hunger to create something that felt real.