In Damascus i learned to love family, appreciate good food, tolerate very warm weather and fear a corrupt  Government. Like many young Syrians who are lucky enough to leave, I left my family and the good food behind to escape the brutal dictatorship and go on with my future. So I moved to America. There I learned to love cars, big amounts of food, appreciate generous friendly people and positive mental attitudes and fear a consume oriented materialistic world. In America I got my bachelor in fine art/ illustration and started getting tattooed. I lived there in various cities and worked in various design and illustration jobs until I met a great German man, now my husband, who convinced me to move with him to Hamburg. So I moved to Hamburg. In Hamburg I learned to love the city and the harbor, appreciate real honest people and dry humor, tolerate grumpy people and the bad weather and to fear settling down for ever. I worked in Hamburg with various ad agencies and even won couple of creative awards. But being an art director didn't really motivate me to get up in the morning and go to work cheerfully, so I decided to drop the mouse and pick up the pencil again. Shortly after that I picked up the tattoo machine and I let it roll.