I didn’t look up to athletes or movie stars growing up. I didn’t fantasize about being a astronaut or a doctor. I didn’t want to live in a house in the woods riding my bike. I fantasized scaling gates to paint the tunnels. I looked up to guys like Tracy 168 and Futura.. I wanted to live under the train tracks that showed me every morning the beautiful layups and master pieces painted on the sides of the 4 train. I didn’t live a typical life in NYC. I’ve had the best of both worlds. I’ve been shot, ran over by cabbies, had the Feds investigate me, had dinners with mayors, been to private schools with the rich and famous, and public school with the forgotten. I’ve wondered the streets of the grimmest parts and broke bread on park avenue. I’m a real New Yorker my family has been here for 4 generations. I’ve painted and learned from some real masters. Everything I do now comes from my experience, travels and battles of being from the greatest city in the world. I’m from NY.

My pieces reflect the time and experiences I’m going through and gone through at the time. It’s called layer cake due to my fascination of the art layered over and over each other in NYC.. The billboards, the subway advertisements, and the tunnels of over lapping fame seeking artists.

Layer Cake
Layer Cake