Raised by a small pack of feral wolves in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, just outside of Santa Fe New Mexico. By the age of 7 it was becoming more evident that the wolves would not be a befitting permanent family for a small human child, so Hannah set out on her own to find her destiny as a growing wolf child.
Soon after leaving the pack of wolves Hannah was picked up by a band of gypsies who taught her how to speak English, do dishes and other lowly tasks around the campsite like emptying the paraplegic magician’s bedpan. After many years of being beaten by a large bearded woman named Helga and kicked in the shins by a dwarf named Charles (otherwise known as her adoptive parents) Hannah again felt she needed a more fulfilling purpose in life and set out to find her true calling.
By the age of 11 Hannah discovered the lucrative businesses of chimney sweeping and loquacious panhandling, Hannah was an overnight local sensation and by 13 won numerous awards for cleaning chimneys like the chimney sweep of the year in Peoria Illinois and using her ambidextrous skills to “live out side of the box,” she was briefly the lead singer of a vagrant youth Christian punk band called ‘missing teeth like Jesus.’
At 15 it was time to move again, leaving her shanty village under a bridge, her beloved cat nibbles, and various vagabond friends she began hopping trains and traveling the land of amber waves of grain. In a brief stink through Milwaukee she met a hobo named dirty boots Larry who introduced Hannah into the exciting world of street corner portraiture and suddenly Hannah knew she had found that one thing she was looking for. The world finally made sense to a young girl with no direction in life.
Hannah began selling art in alleyways and steak house bathrooms until she made enough money to buy a 1980 green ford pinto. As a new home owner Hannah began to head west. While briefly in St. George Utah in 2004 Hannah was arrested outside a Carl’s Junior for urinating in public while marking her territory on a utility box. While imprisoned she met a nice lady named busta’ cap bunny who taught her how to tattoo using rudimentary utilities like a Sony walkman and baby oil. It was like an illuminating presence had crawled over Hannah’s life.
When released back into society Hannah felt she would venture to find her estranged gypsy family to share with them of all her stories of travel and hopefully find more use for her with her new skills. She hoped she could bring art to the gypsy camp and more useful talents than just shaving the dog or ciphering gas from tourists at rest stops.
While in San Diego, California Hannah stumbled across a shop called ‘fun house tattoos’ where she was ultimately offered a job after continuously breaking in looking for her uncle Lumbernutts who resembled a clown painted on the outside of the shop.
