I was born in the woods of the frozen northlands to wild bush people and raised with wolves as my playmates. I scrawled my many images in bark of trees and the earth of the land. In a brief emergence to civilization I captured a BFA from UBC and now wear its drooping hide as my clothing.
I taught my self the art of skin with help from a Black Crowe and a Britishman.
Now with a fort in the republic of East Van as my dwelling I lurk this city’s alleyways with a rusty wheeled beast as my steed.
When not on top of the greatest peaks challenging the lightning to strike me down, I may be found in this humble tattoo craft shop in gastown.