My artistic journey was born in the heart of Miami’s underground—where poetry slams collided with paint-splattered alleyways and freestyle cyphers lit up street corners like bonfires. As a Cuban-American raised on the sun-soaked, neon-washed edges of Miami Beach, I grew up immersed in the rhythm, grit, and soul of a city that never stops moving. In the late ’90s and early 2000s, I found my voice in that scene—spitting verses, hosting open mics, painting walls, and performing like every night was a ritual.
That spirit of improvisation has never left me. Whether I’m rapping, painting, or writing poetry, I’m chasing that same spark—the one that lives in the subconscious, in the unfiltered truth that slips through when you stop trying to control it. My work embraces mistakes, chaos, and intuition. It’s abstract. It’s visceral. It’s born from letting go.
Over the years, my eyeball stickers, abstract paintings, and street experiments have become visual echoes of that early creative fir