About the Artist
dos Ramos Studio's
Chief Executive Officer
The Shadow Behind Me..
Mental Illness is a shadow that followed me throughout my entire life. It runs deep in my family, especially on my father's side. Mental illness (paranoia, schizophrenia, and bipolar disorders) mixed with religion created a nightmarish cult-like atmosphere- extremely abusive at times.
I rebelled hard during my teenage years but my love for art and writing (although present in my earlier years) really evolved out of this rebellion. I completed my first art and poetry journal in 2004 titled “!Aviso! La Biblia Negra!” It was an account of an angsty, anti-establishment, anti-religion, anti-everything, gothic, 16 year old- driving his super religious parents up the wall through self discovery and by embracing the darker aspects of nature. But by writing this journal, I was able to express myself creatively; letting my built-up anger, anxiety, and depression manifest itself on paper instead of inside me.
A Dark Cloud
In August of 2005, I was 18 years old and attending and taking art and writing classes at Elaine P. Nunez College when Hurricane Katrina destroyed my town, home, and all of my artwork to that date. It was a devastating blow. But the worst and most significant life-changing factor is that my father passed away because of this storm.
My father and I didn't always see eye to eye and we didn't have the greatest relationship prior to this point but his senseless death left me scarred. There is a constant tug between becoming and not becoming my father- a battle to embrace the good while recognizing, correcting or rejecting the not so good. When he passed, I was given this responsibility alone.
After the storm, I relocated to Oshkosh, Wisconsin for a couple years and felt I had lost a lot of my creativity in the process. Alcohol and use of pain killers became a routine part of my life. I did a lot of writing during this time but not too much art per se. I completed my second poetry journal "The Gray" during this time- highlighting the battles of depression and addiction as well as the feeling of being isolated and lost.
A Brighter Day
In early 2008, I got married and later the same year we had our first son who we named partly after my father. It was at that moment in my life I gave up heavy drinking and the use of drugs. I dedicated my life to being a better husband and father- to the best of my ability.
My wife and I moved around a bit from Florida to Mississippi to our current state of New York. We've sort of became a pilgrim people-roaming about. I joke and say we are still searching for a place to call home.
I've had a lot of joyous moments in my life as a husband and father. And no matter where we may roam now or in the future, home is really where your family is safe. My heart, however, will always belong to New Orleans. I miss the smell of Gardenia flowers and King Cake cinnamon, the colorful sights of Mardi Gras, and the taste of creole dinners. Who knows? One day we just may return.
My Family Grows Unconventionally
Education was (is) Important
Throughout all the moving and rebuilding, picking up the shattered pieces of my life, one thing was important to me- education. No matter what city we moved to or what dead-end job I took to pay bills; getting my degree was important as I would be the first person in my family to receive one.
Even though my creativity and artwork was put on hold, I still wanted to have a career in a field that involved art, to some extent or another, so I decided to go into drafting and design.