This all started the usual way—

A restless soul with a backpack, $200 cash, and a one-way ticket, tangled in a mess just deep enough to make the pulse race, yet on the verge of waking up—truly alive—for the first time.

 

I’ve stood on peaks where air bites back, stirred pots with the best, and gathered tales of both ache and mercy.

I took the long, crooked roads, torched the map, and earned my lessons the hard, true way.

 

Studio 307 rose from raw hands—pure American grit—built on the truth that beauty demands a spine.

Time slips fast, so forge memories that carry into tomorrow.

And above all, paint the world bold.

 

We’re here to help people show the world who they are,

with sincerity.