This short biography comes with a story as well. I was sitting at the table wondering what the hell I was supposed to write for this. I haven't done anything that cool besides travel and meet the best girl in the world last year, and this is my first time being invited to participate in a gallery because I haven't advertised that I like to paint until a couple months ago. By trade I am an electrician, working towards more certifications, as traditional college wasn't exactly for me (although I completed 3 years of it at Arizona State University). I may not have finished college, but man did I get what I needed out of it; contacts, friends with money, different avenues and side hustles that went so nicely with the college student i.e.) extorting genius friends with previously known exam answers for tutoring during finals. It was during this time at ASU that I met a kid who shall remain nameless. A painter, I had never met a painter, "There has to be a hustle here." I started selling his paintings off my wall for 4 times what he got before, I bought him tons of necessary equipment, and he painted for 2 months straight before we had his first showing as a 19 year old. He made $20,000 plus the showing in 2 months. It was around then that he started becoming pretty popular and Eventually I stopped hearing from him. Funny how that works. Fair enough I can deal with that, but there was something missing. The Painting! I had become accustomed to the methodical movements and rythmic strokes, and it was gone. Thats when I learned a lot about myself, having been able to draw mediocrely I figured it out step by step alone from the neandrotholic pencil to the cutting edge brush that we see today. It was hard and at times I wanted lessons, or to "pick a new hobby" because I'd be left cleaning paint of surfaces that weren't even in the vicinity, and a painting I didn't like. I gave it up 3 different times over a few years and came back to the canvas every time. Sometimes at least for me, you just need a new canvas and a fresh palette. I started painting again for the last time about 5 months ago and got better more quickly this time, I found myself developing my own style, I would stay up entire nights painting and try to do the same the next daY thing until eventually I literally ruined too many canvases from passing out "behind the brush" that I decided I need at least 3 0r 4 hours. The point to the ramble, the meander off the course of me telling you about how lame I am, is actually to explain that I've realized the opposite. I stopped screwing up, got close again with my family, met and moved in with the coolest girl i know, and now to top it all off I have gotten an invitation to a gallery, the goal I had set for my self some months back. If time tells anything its the truth, and I think I might be willing to stick it out this time because Now finally at 27 years old, I have learned that almost everything in my life is art driven in some way.