Where legacy meets vision — Rodricky Tywon Williams
My father, Rodricky “Tywon” Williams, passed away due to gun violence before I was born. I carry his middle name as my own, and choosing to integrate Tywon into my creative identity was my way of honoring his life, his spirit, and his creativity. It makes the name personal, intentional, and avant‑garde — a bridge between legacy and reinvention.
Adding Studio reflects the world I’m building: a creative platform, a community, a family rooted in inclusion, representation, and cultural impact. Studio Tywon is both a tribute and a declaration — a space where personal history and collective creativity meet.
Together, Studio Tywon embodies my father’s memory, my artistic vision, and the movement I’m creating for those who deserve to be seen, heard, and celebrated.
Rodricky “Tywon” Williams was born on June 12th, 1985, in Georgia. My father had a vibrant, spontaneous personality — someone who was never minimalistic with his words. He was strong, powerful, courageous, fearless, and intelligent. He had a way of speaking that brought real value to people, community, and opportunity.
My dad was a hustler who made things happen. He was an artist and a motivator who could move people with his words, his possibilities, his talents, and his undeniable sense of style. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. He has inspired me from day one — through his eclectic confidence, his pride in his roots, and his understanding of what it means to come from humble beginnings.
On July 30th, 2006, his life was cut short at just 21 years old due to the senseless epidemic of gun violence. He left behind two sons who would one day carry his mantle and redesign the next generation.
I built Studio Tywon because it reflects everything my father believed in: togetherness, community, inclusivity, crazy‑ass art, and spontaneity. My father was not a minimalistic person — he was someone who showed his full character, someone who cared for people like they were his own.
His legacy is only one step away from being fully cemented in the world. My father didn’t chase culture; he created his own by being himself — by being someone completely different. He made his mark, and now I will make mine, carrying his legacy forward with every footprint I leave behind.