Author: hvbvm

If I had that kind of big family, old town home that I used to dream about, this would probably be about that. Instead, this is going to be about the most familiar place I have ever know, my art.

I spent my entire childhood being moved around Texas by a single mom who was doing her best. I was an only child without those childhood friends, considering we moved every 6-10 months. I became my own best friend. I drew and created to pass the time, from making potions outside with the neighbors flowers (oops), to making murals on the walls in my room; wherever that may be at the time. I remember I used to draw my mom a picture of Sailor Moon every single day in kindergarten; she used to get so frustrated with where to put them all. Later in life, once big decisions had to be made, joined the Navy because I had no where else to go at 18 years old. I’m proud of what I accomplished, but I hadn’t realized the toll it took on my creative until I recently separated. Being stripped down to bare human and built back up as a drone following orders takes a toll on you.

I was so lost on how to even begin on being a human again. Finding tattooing made everything make sense. At last, there was no more war in my mind. I knew combining limitless everyday creativity, a decent income because let’s face it… tattooing is not going anywhere, and human connections was everything I could ever want. I did not want to be a lonely painter all by myself again. Instead I would take peoples most precious moments, loves and ideas and turn it into wearable art. It made me feel like myself again, and my sketch books became alive.

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I have traveled non stop since day one from state to state, familiar and home were just two words that would never correlate. Instead, it was my sketchbooks that made anywhere feel infinite.