My name is Charles Brian Craveiro. Funny thing—I never knew my first name was Charles until I was 14 or 15, filling out a Social Security card. We were moving to Adana, Turkey, and the family needed passports. I had always gone by the name Brian.

But let's start at the beginning...

I was born in Roswell, New Mexico—yes, the infamous Roswell with the alien crash, where the alien bodies were supposedly found. (All true, by the way.) I grew up moving from state to state and country to country, the child of a U.S. Air Force officer. From Michigan to Nebraska, California to Montana, and eventually overseas to Turkey and Spain—I had a front-row seat to cultures, cuisines, and chaos.

I graduated high school in Madrid after a brief detour involving hash. I got my own apartment downtown and had a few unforgettable nights—nights that can leave permanent fingerprints on your soul.

After a stint at a military institute back in Roswell and college in California, I rejoined my family in Brindisi, Italy, where my love for fine food and wine really started to take root. That passion led me to Las Vegas, where I earned a degree in hotel hospitality and spent 25 years mastering my craft as a bartender. I earned my stripes as a baby sommelier, cicerone, and cocktail craftsman.

I always had art in my soul but never believed I had any talent. Then, one day at 28, a friend hired me to help refurbish some restaurants. One night, on a whim, I sketched a motorcycle from a magazine—no erasing, no training, just instinct. It came out nearly perfect.

"You're an artist," my buddy Clayton said.

I believed him—and I never looked back.

My work is shaped by life experiences, infused with the flavors of the world and the wild unpredictability of life's journey. I'm an old hippie who loves music and vibing with all walks of life. I'm also a researcher—fact-checking conspiracies, studying the history of banking, aliens, multidimensional theories, and how we create our reality through thoughts, emotions, and beliefs.

I feel that every brushstroke is a postcard from somewhere I’ve been—or somewhere I’ve dreamed of going.

I hope you enjoy looking at my art, and I deeply appreciate anyone who takes the time to visit my website.

Wishing all of my fellow soulmates a happy and joyous life!