For 25 years, I’ve drifted through the mad carnival of the American Dream — an immigrant with a pen in one hand and an ambition-soaked ticket in the other.
Fifteen years blazing through the surreal jungles of Hollywood, sketching fever dreams for juggernauts like Netflix, Amazon, Marvel, Universal, and Paramount. A relentless operator in the underbelly of cinema, leaving marks on films like Green Book, Renfield, and Where the Crawdads Sing — with gloriously strange detours through Pitch Perfect, Queen & Slim, and whatever else needed a shot of beautiful madness.
The TV landscape wasn’t spared either: Preacher, Your Honor, Into the Badlands — all bear the scars.
I don’t chase dreams.
I drag ‘em out of hiding, pour ‘em a double shot of espresso, and write and draw until they scream.