My story began in 2011 in Iran — a place where tattooing wasn’t just difficult, it was dangerous. I started with nothing: no studio, no tools, no teacher. Only passion in my heart and a fire that wouldn’t die. I learned in the shadows, teaching myself through scraps of information and pure determination.

In 2014, everything changed. I was arrested for the art I loved, and prison became the moment that forced me to leave my home, my family, and everything familiar behind. From that day, I became an artist in exile, carrying my craft across borders, searching for a place where my art could breathe freely.

I journeyed through different countries, learning from masters around the world, shaping my skill through struggle, hunger, and constant uncertainty.

When I finally reached the United States, I expected freedom — but new battles waited. I faced cultural conflict, harsh misunderstandings, prejudice, negativity, and moments of discrimination that tested my spirit. But none of it broke me. Every wound carved me into someone stronger.

My art became my voice, my protection, my healing, and the proof that I survived.

Today, I create realism and hyper-realism pieces filled with emotion and soul. Every tattoo I make carries a piece of my journey — exile, struggle, rebirth, and the choice to create beauty out of darkness.

My path was not easy, but that is why my art carries the truth of who I am.