My journey within the genre of aerosol art has taken my names and I from the rooftops of row homes and the el train subway tunnels of Philadelphia… to the hipster streets of California and down the back alleys in the Baja of Mexico. I walked routes up and down the hilly streets of Paris and strutted through a few Caribbean Islands in between as I put my credit up all the while. Dedicated to the art of getting over and the push towards more street credit as a young adult, one thing became painfully evident. As soon as you get good, “it’s time to quit!”

The graffiti artist starts with “scripts” or “tags” before progressing towards the wild style painting of master “pieces” or “burners.” While in the throws of manic energy during my studies at New York Film Academy, the calls from the walls echoed and distracted me. To keep close to the script I was writing... I reluctantly picked up my first canvas to settle the aerosol calls. I was at this point in my life trying to write more movies than graffiti. Yet I find that all I try to write and shoot within moving pictures is born directly from the explosion of passion that ignited on the walls of 69^th street.