I’m a mixed media and abstract artist and I’m mostly just trying to make visual sense of the inner swirl. My work plays in the space between memory, place, and identity. I’m drawn to emotional textures…to the way a color or a shape can feel or represent the words that I never can quite find.

But really, this all started a long time ago.
My childhood days were spent in the country making homes for bugs out of blades of grass, crafting artisan salads for my bunny rabbits from wildflowers, and painting with my grandmothers at their respective kitchen tables. Making stories with pictures and singing songs loudly with my family were the magical moments that composed my early world. I was at home in the outdoors...and heaven on an imaginary stage.

As Picasso said, “All children are artists. The problem is how he remains one when he grows up.”

I never stopped.

In college, I studied music — how the human body, mind, and spirit respond to rhythm and pitch. But I took an art appreciate class on a whim and my professor opened the door to something unexpected: mixed media collage. Feeling paper textures between my fingers, snipping with tiny scissors, cutting with a knife on the mat... it became another kind of music. Arranging shapes and colors on a page turned me into a composer of visual songs.

Now, I often work in ink, watercolor, acrylics, and collage, layering organic linework, watery color, and natural symbols that show up again and again like little anchors: seeds, moons, flowers, whales, they become pieces of me that make up my innermost dwelling. My pieces feel like emotional topographies or houseplans…maps of an inner world being gently rediscovered. Sometimes they take the form of botanical dreamscapes or surreal figures. Other times they look like tidepools and waves or moonscapes layered with gardens I remember or imagine

The work I make is deeply personal to me, but it is also not mine alone.

It’s for anyone holding both joy and grief in the same hand.

For anyone learning to reprocess the past or find words for old truths .
For anyone who longs for softness in the world we are told is sharp and short and rough.

I hope my work reminds you of your own inner strength and resilience.

That it helps you remember what beauty looks like — even here. Even now. Inside of us all.