It wasn’t on purpose

I didn’t plan to become a tattoo artist — far from it. For most of my life, I didn’t even think I could draw a stick figure. But life has a way of throwing you into the fire to see if you’ll come out forged.

I got my first tattoo at 15 and was hooked. I wasn’t thinking about becoming an artist back then — I just knew I wanted to wear tattoos. I collected books filled with massive Japanese bodysuits, obsessed with the culture and meaning behind the ink. But like most young adults, I didn’t have the money to actually get the tattoos I wanted. That stuck with me. It’s why I believe in doing quality work at a fair price.

At 18, I started working as a welder in a mining truck fabrication shop. I spent 14 years in that field — grinding, burning rod, and building tough things the hard way. Then the pandemic hit. I was offered the chance to invest in a tattoo shop. I figured it was the closest I’d ever get to the art form I loved.

But one thing led to another, and I picked up a machine. A few years later, here we are — piercing, tattooing, and learning every single day. This career gave me more than I ever expected: connection, trust, vulnerability, transformation. I’ve sat with people at their lowest and their highest. I’ve seen pain turn into power, scars turn into stories.

To me, tattooing isn’t just about the final image — it’s about being fully present. It’s about intention, trust, and change. Pain isn’t the enemy. Sometimes, it’s the portal.

You can find me in Buckeye Arizona.