It’s the year 2002.
Three days after school closed, he was standing in a tattoo studio with a job to do.
Not as an apprentice waiting to learn. As the illustrator, at just seventeen years old.
Hired to do comical and punchy, single-image illustrations to be airbrushed on T-shirts. No transition period, no gap year to figure things out. School ended on a Friday and the working life of an artist started the following week.
From there it was a photo studio, as the “digital guy”; an emerging position with limited demand because digital hadn’t taken hold yet. Then a sign studio, this time as a graphic artist properly, hand and eventually digital, cutting and designing for other people’s businesses all day. Three jobs, three different rooms, none of them his own. But all three taught the same thing: how creative work actually gets made, who’s really doing it, and how often it comes down to one or two people carrying the whole weight while everyone else just calls it “the studio.”
That noticing turned into a decision eventually. If the weight was going to sit on one set of shoulders either way, better they be his own, on his own terms.
Freelancing came next, and with it, Immature Studio, not as some big business plan, but merely a name put on what he was already doing alone. Graphic design, branding, small print jobs, low-volume business cards laminated by hand because it was in demand at the time.
Pixar became the North Star around that time. An animation studio of his own felt, for a stretch, like the obvious next chapter.
It wasn’t, not yet.
The resources weren’t there; the local industry wasn’t built for it. So the focus narrowed back to what could actually be delivered well: design, branding, the discipline of doing one thing properly instead of everything half-finished.
Years followed that didn’t move in a straight line. An automotive business venture led to self-taught web development out of necessity. That skill built platforms. Platforms became TriniSpace. Somewhere in the middle of all that, an unexpected opportunity pulled him into media production entirely, directing, producing a short film, then running a full television season, launching an online magazine brand that grew faster than it should have. None of these was part of the plan, but they proved to be invaluable experiences that improved a richer skill set, a disciplined curiosity, and the capability and composure to execute complex projects.
Through every single one of those detours, storytelling was the sleeping giant in the cave. An illustration here, a comic strip there, made to fulfil a childhood passion, inspired by the experiences life delivered. No target audience in mind, no commercial angle plan, just the same enthusiasm from that first week out of school, still refusing to sit still, refusing to fit into a groove.
Eventually, through many winding roads a quarter century later, that curiosity spawned a name: immature Comics.
That’s where we are right now; stay tuned.