Photographer, artist, builder of strange things. I’ve worn a few hats—some by choice, some by circumstance—but art has always been the thread holding it all together.

My Story

The Army
I joined the Army because it seemed like the only way out. Turns out, it was the way into everything else. Between wrenching on busted engines and dodging bureaucratic nonsense, I played in a punk band with some guys from my unit. We were loud, fast, and pissed off enough to win a military battle-of-the-bands. Go figure.

The Robot
Somewhere along the line, I helped build a combat robot for BattleBots. We called it El Cucuy, named after the boogeyman from Mexican folklore—something meant to haunt your nightmares. It was built like a metal pyramid with a spiked pickaxe that came down hard enough to crack armor. I painted a skull-and-crossbones on the side because something that’s about to take a beating should at least look like it’s ready for a fight. It lost, but not quietly.
https://battlebots.fandom.com/wiki/El_Cucuy

The Ink
I tattooed for 30 years—turning stories, memories, and mistakes into something permanent. You learn a lot about people when you’re etching their life onto their skin. Now, I shoot photos for the same reason—to document what’s real, what’s lived, and what’s worth remembering.

My Approach 
I don’t go looking for perfection. I look for what’s weathered, worn, and still standing—because nothing tells a story like what’s survived.