I fondly remember drawing at the kitchen table with my Uncle Tony, as early as five. By age seven, while I had been a Manhattan native, my parents decided to move to The Bronx.

Here’s where I was introduced to the intriguing world of Graffiti.

Standing at the station, a subway ride, was like a school trip, to a steel canvas art exhibit. The clitter-clatter of tracks, muffled, as tyrants of creativity, crushed rust and steel beneath the weight, of their manifested imaginations.

By the age of 10, I was a tagger. Devo was my alias. Silently heard by the glance of spectators walking by.

From the late 70’s to the mid 80’s, I gained some recognition in the graff community. Now, forty years later, my intrigue with this intricate and creative art skill has been rekindled, by the salvation of my LORD and SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST. Transforming an ex vandal, and sinner into a servant, and artisan.

Enjoy my mind. Peace be with you.