Art isn’t planned — it’s felt.
I follow my gut, not the rules

I’ve been making art ever since my parents let me paint straight onto my bedroom wall. That small act cracked open a door I didn’t even know was there — and I’ve been creating ever since.

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I kept painting on walls and eventually ran a Faux-Finish painting business (ladders, scaffolding, all of it) before trading it in for a studio table. Somewhere along the way, I went back and finished my art degree — because if you’re chasing a dream, you might as well chase it all the way.

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These days, collage is at the heart of my work — tearing, layering, rebuilding. It’s messy in the best way. I don’t plan much. I work with what I have — paint, pastels, spray paint, scraps — and follow the feeling, not the perfection. Faces and body language show up often. So do memories, textures, and pieces of everyday life.

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Teaching’s a big part of what I do, too. I love helping people tap into their creative side — especially the ones who swear, “I can’t even draw a stick figure.” (Spoiler: Yes, you can.) You just need a little room to try.