Statement

FOLLOW NO ONE / WORSHIP NOTHING

I’ve always taken care of my art. As a child, I focused on learning and experimenting with every painting technique I could find. Every time I could push further, I did.

Back then, when teachers told me I wasn’t the author of my own drawings, or when family members diminished my capabilities, I doubted myself. But at some point, I started to trust and follow my own thoughts, my feelings, and made my own way into art.

I started to look and embrace a lot of influences, but I never tried to be a copy of anyone or deny them either. I simply took what I needed to grow and find my own style—my trademark.

During school, I was the kid obsessing over zombies, drawing skulls and monsters in the margins, totally consumed by horror, video games, comics, skate art, books full of fantasy, science, history, and the raw sounds of punk and metal.

That made me a target—“too much,” “too geek,” “too weird.”

When I left school, I doubled down. Dressed in black, never cutting my hair. Not for style—for rebellion, for the sacrifice of pushing everyone away from me.

My family was—and still is—ultra-Catholic. So, growing up surrounded by crosses and guilt while worshiping art, skulls, and the daily chaos of questioning everything? That was my world. Each brushstroke? A straight-up act of defiance. Every drawing? A ritual to survive this madness.

I’ve spent most of my life walking the line between obsession and collapse. Growing up with ADHD since birth was a real challenge, and during my studies, it felt like a constant battle. But once I understood it fully, it became my superpower. While others hit their burnout, my ADHD kicks into hyperfocus mode—letting me dive into insane deadlines and create under extreme pressure. It’s not always easy, but that’s where the fire comes from. In the chaos and the grind, that’s where my best work is born.

The world isn’t built for people like me—people who can’t turn off the visions, the ideas, the need to create. But I never asked for permission. I just kept going.

The world isn’t built for people like me—people who can’t turn off the visions, the madness, the never-ending flood of ideas, the compulsion to create, to destroy, to burn everything down and rebuild it in my own image. But permission? I don’t need it. I don’t wait. I’m unstoppable like a train, just keep on moving.

I don’t follow anyone, and I don’t worship anything. I just work hard as f*ck to do the best work I can, leaving my signature in history.

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