Bah, I was born in the Phillipines and I moved here to this cracker jack country called the USA when I was three. Of course I didn't know what to think of this country at first, but the Simpsons and Seaworld was enough to win my heart. When I was five, my father bought me this erasable artistic drawing pad/container. I started drawing little scribbles on it as the bland black and blue colors danced across the surface. My dad peered down and said "do you wanna see something neat?" I murmured a "yeah sure". So he took the pen and quickly sketched quickly while making squeaking sounds on the plastic "paper". The he showed me the finished product. Before me was an awesome sketch of a fucking pony! FUCK! YES!
When it comes to my art it all depends on what's going on in my head. Sometimes I get so many ideas at the same time that I have to stop what i'm doing and jot down the said idea(s). My work consists of the odd, mythical, the strange, and fan art.
