Before I was The Angry Painter, I was just a guy trying to tell stories any way I could — through words, through music, through motion. I’ve spent years in tech and film, chasing that one thing that felt real. Then painting showed up. It didn’t whisper. It hit hard. It was truth — raw, loud, and completely unforgiving.

My art lives somewhere between control and chaos — between rage and calm. Every piece has a heartbeat. None of it’s polite, none of it’s safe. It’s built from instinct, emotion, and the parts of life most people look away from. When someone buys one of my paintings, they’re not just buying art. They’re taking home a piece of the storm — something honest enough to still breathe.