I've been drawing consistently since I was around 15 years old. Having my efforts validated by my parents and school teachers, I took that as permission to pursuit it fully.

I was never convinced that eduction was detrimental to my success as an artist and so I was mentally absent the majority of the time. To this day I vaguely remember having any conscious intentions to create, I was always chasing whatever felt exciting or peaceful and abandoning my present reality.

As the first wave of social media began to emerge, I was fortunate enough to adopt my mums iPhone 4 at 16 years old. It wasn't long before I was sharing innocent sketches on instagram and spamming hashtags to get attention.

As my passion to draw grew stronger, it aligned increasingly the more I understood Instagram and Facebook.

I remember one day my dad bought me some new pencils, I went straight back to my grans house and sat for 3 hours working on a drawing of an eye with fingers crawling out of it. I rushed to take a picture and post it on facebook and within the first hour I received over 500 likes and comments from all these people I didn't even know. That was the first time I experienced the powerful correlation between social media and creating something with my hands.

As the months rolled on, I was drawing celebs and whatever I thought would be cool. The followers and attention was flowing in and I became a little known in my local area for being the kid who draws. (I even sold that eye drawing for 40 pounds. Get in!!)

My ego loved that and I finally felt like I had value as a skinny pimply kid. Fast forward to November of 2014, I'd dropped out of school 5 months prior and drew a realistic picture of Morgan Freeman (as you do). Shortly after that happened, some fancy people at Instagram found me and decided to share me on their official page. Little did I know, my life was about to accelerate at a pace I couldn't keep up with.

Within the first 3 days I'd gained 60.000 new followers, over half a million likes and hundreds of comments and messages. You'd think i'd hit the jackpot, but I was glued to my phone for months after that and slowly became a slave to the attention. Sure I was making money from drawing peoples kids and dogs, but boy were my hormones volatile.

10 years down the line I'm still trying to break free from the tides that engulfed me all those years ago. Social media has become over-saturated in all departments and it's become a complete circus. It's hard to believe that a modern day artist could exist without participating.

As I write this, I reside in the countryside just north of the idyllic harbour city Aarhus, in Denmark.

Minus a few hiccups here and there, I've lived in Denmark almost consistently since my 19th birthday. I accepted an offer to begin tattooing and ended up re-locating here to follow my little monkey brain all over the place.

Considering I basically grew into my body here, it feels more like home than the UK did. Perhaps the fresh start appealed to me and made it hard to set foot anywhere else once i was comfy.

I'm extremely grateful to rest my head in Denmark and contribute to it's economy with my creative efforts, but I'm beginning to feel my soul perk it's nose up to the wind and grow curious of what's overseas.