Born and raised in Queens, New York. We’ve heard that Reginald sleeps in a coffin. A coffin made of wizard bones. He wears a black hooded bathrobe around town. Experiments with traditional and nontraditional forms in an attempt to illustrate newfound interpretations of future worlds that seem to be combinations of an early victorian era saturated with countless female figures performing ancient magick rituals while panthers, grim reapers and devils lurk around every corner.