Mat Moreno

Contact mthw.mrno@gmail.com for appointments.

Was born a bastard child. He was also born without a sense of humor. His first memory is too graphic to mention, but he quickly befriended his demons often letting them completely take over his entire persona. After getting kicked out of his parents house at the tender age of twelve, he joined a street gang. There was no limit to his ultra-violence except his apathy which quickly squandered any chance of moving up in the ranks. Transplanted from Chicago to California at fifteen, Mat took to eating. He had been ashamed of the daintiness of his wrists and felt that eating four chicken sandwiches from Burger King and three combination burritos from Taco Bell daily would help adjust his rail-like appearance. It did. 225 pounds it did. After the fat phase he returned to IL to finish HS and take on a myriad of vocations, not excluding the rat from Chuck E Cheese, tofu cutter, elderly bather, and dog whisperer. He did these jobs with much complaining whilst trying to find a tattoo apprenticeship. He entered college for photography and exited a semester later, lacking the funds to continue. Which is when he bought a bicycle and rode it from North Carolina to Chicago. Getting run over by hillbillies and sharing chicken and orange drink with gangsters along the way, he finally made it to the city where he got ran over a couple more times and was forced to have unhelpful surgery on his spine. It was during this time that he was offered an apprenticeship in Rockford IL.
Learning as much as he could, Mat traveled back to NC and Virginia to take his first jobs as a real live tattooer. He got tired. Tired of tattooing confederate flags on meth addicted patrons, he once again moved to the city to join the company of Insight Studios and that was around the time when his tattoos started looking good. You can find him here taking smoke breaks and complaining about the carpel tunnel in his once again dainty wrists.