Igor was born an artist - he got that from his mother's side of the family, but unlike the other children he never drew butterflies or smiley faces or sunrises. This Igor kid was sorta' creepy.

As a tike in Delaware, he played the organ, carved tombstones with his grandfather, and inherited a love of fast cars from his dad. He screwed off in school and only found solace when he was painting the Stray Cats logo on the back of his jean jacket or spraying flames on a buddy's truck in the school parking lot. A '68 Camaro became his first true love, at least until it got run over by a tanker truck.

After school he tried to find work as a sign painter in Ocean City, Maryland, but was told to beat it. He moved to Virginia Beach, and for years his creative outlet consisted of designing window displays for a surf shop chain. One fateful day, an acquaintance asked him to paint a helmet. “Buy me some paint and brushes and I'll do it,” Igor sneered. He held onto the brushes and began pinstriping as a hobby. Meanwhile, he grew tired of “working with an undesirable” and managed to get himself canned from his job at the surf shop. In retrospect, his sudden state of unemployment was a gift. Striping was his passion, so he busted out his paint and brush and went to work.

Finally freed from his dead-end job, he could express his inner lowbrow. It wasn't long before Igor's Customs started to thrive. People begged him to paint their signs, their cars, their bikes, their helmets or whatever. The world, as he sees it, is one big freakin' canvas. Igor's work has been featured in magazines and on television, but he doesn't need that crap. He just likes to paint.