A woman with glasses, tattoos, and short hair wearing headphones, a white shirt, and jeans, standing in front of an abstract painting.

about

my self

I create from the places I once hid — the humor, the ache, the beauty sitting right inside the mess of being human.

Art didn’t politely show up for me; it dragged me in. Painting, writing, and photographing became the way I translated the chaos, the milestones, the grief, the weirdness, and all the truths that lived in my head long before I had the guts to say them out loud. After years of being told to quiet down, I finally didn’t.
Welcome to the loudest, rawest, most colorful version of me.

When I’m not painting, I’m writing, taking a ton of photos, editing, cooking, baking, or watching everything from indie films and 1980s comedies to horror movies like they’re comfort food. My tastes are eclectic and a little off-the-wall — which is exactly the point. It’s the only way I know how to live honestly.

my process
Regardless of the medium, my work is imagined from the layers of my life — the color, the texture, the memories — and is fueled by the guts of lived experience.

my days

I create out of the North Shore of Massachusetts, usually covered in paint (as are my walls, lightwitches, and every piece of clothing I own), with my dog casually watching me run circles around a canvas with a paintbrush in both hands, paint flying, and my headphones on GenX levelloud. If my work speaks to you, reach out anytime. I love when art starts a conversation — real talk is real life.