Jellyfish—not as creatures, but as living metaphors for surrender.

This tattoo was a special request from a client who wanted it placed on the knee

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Repetition becomes a ritual. Focus becomes resistance.

Drew dancing figures—not from celebration, but from something deeper, stranger.

When the gods divided the world, he took the ocean. And with it, everything deep, shifting, and untamed.

Found a photo of my first tattoo. A small drawer.

A man trying to hold himself steady on the back of a wild, bucking horse.

La Jeunesse de Bacchus is something else entirely

The sculpture shows Alexander the Great—not at the height of empire, but at the edge of mortality

It was her wish, and I absolutely loved the story behind it

This tattoo was meant to be a direct copy of Francisco de Zurbarán’s Agnus Dei

The first time I looked up at the ceiling of the Chiesa di Sant’Ignazio in Rome, I couldn’t tell

One of the most powerful images of Diana I’ve seen is in marble

I did this tattoo for my dear friend Jacob from Leipzig

There’s something quietly strange about vases. They’re everywhere

Not a modern bat. Not even a believable one. Its body is off.