It all started when I was 16 and met the Chickenman! While I am a lifelong, self-trained artist, I was new to choppers, hot rods, and being a biker.
Chicken is my stepdad—oh! And he’s an old-school biker. Real badass, old type shit. Keep up!
Anywho, after a decade of watching and learning, I decided to take life into my own hands. I learned to ride and started taking my art seriously. Oh yeah, I also chopped my 1992 Sportster and picked up a 1950 Panhead along the way!
I let go of a lot along the way, because the things I was gathering were way more badass. I die every day and am reborn each morning, constantly moving to keep the algae off (in this analogy, I’m a rolling stone—FYI).
So, start your engines, grab some art, and get inspired musings with me, Angel Claw!
