Welcome one and all to Dada Hokmayens webshyte!

I first met Hokmayen at Denny's in the middle of the night. What ensued was 10 years of middle of the night buffalo wing raids, some stuff about Food Chemistry involving an entire chicken, the secret ingredients to Mustabarbararanch (That shits good!), collaborative painting, much dissing of high art, nights of heavy drinking where you wake up with a brown crust of something suspicious around your mouth, penis pump party crashing, the famous Vincini brothers upside down rope swing, the two kings of the moon, and most of all, the friendship medallion.

Hokmayen hails from the halls of lightning and brings good vibes where ever his scooter takes him. He's been tattooing professionally for three years now. (Thanks, in a very round about way, to me losing a bet about song lyrics while listening to "Oye como va".) He is probably the most skilled person with a pencil that I have ever or will more than likely ever meet. His paintings are all right, I guess. If you're into that sort of thing. Only kidding. His skill as a painter, or a tattooist, are just extensions of his ability to wield a piece of wood with some graphite rammed into it.

I have never met a person quite like Hokmayen. His unwillingness to surrender his art to censorship, his vivid and bizarre imagination, and his hammer toe are one of a kind. That is is why it is my great pleasure to present my friend's work to you.

Please enjoy. And if you don't like it, you can get out the way you came in.

~Sandwich Control