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"My happy place" |

Made on a broken-down Trader Joe's paper bag, with the last of my paint and random supplies I had, and yet somehow, this became my favorite creation.

Sometimes, you don’t need perfection. Just a quiet space, a good soak, and the

"My happy place" | Made on a broken-down Trader Joe's paper bag, with the last of my paint and random supplies I had, and yet somehow, this became my favorite creation. Sometimes, you don’t need perfection. Just a quiet space, a good soak, and the audacity to make beauty out of scraps.

“Portal of Pages” |

A girl, a book, and a door of light.

When the world was too loud, she stepped between the shelves and disappeared into stories that saw her, saved her, and stitched her back together. 
Even in the darkest moments, fiction never

“Portal of Pages” | A girl, a book, and a door of light. When the world was too loud, she stepped between the shelves and disappeared into stories that saw her, saved her, and stitched her back together. Even in the darkest moments, fiction never failed her. The library was her portal. The words were her safe space.

"Splinters of Silence" |

Carved from reclaimed wood, stained with pain, and layered in acrylics and truth, this piece was born from rage I could no longer carry in my body. The handprint at the throat represents the invisible grip of years spent sil

"Splinters of Silence" | Carved from reclaimed wood, stained with pain, and layered in acrylics and truth, this piece was born from rage I could no longer carry in my body. The handprint at the throat represents the invisible grip of years spent silenced, diminished, manipulated, and erased. The phrases etched into the background are the soundtrack of surviving in a world that tries to tame and shame women into silence. This was never about pretty art. It was about making the damage visible. About honoring the emotional wreckage as real. About taking back the power of my voice: in texture, in color, in every splinter.

"Behind the Green Eyes" |

This piece is quieter.
Not because it hurts less
but because this kind of silence was trained.
Perfected.
Expected.

She was never allowed to scream.
So she learned to hold it in
behind steady eyes,
a still face,
a single t

"Behind the Green Eyes" | This piece is quieter. Not because it hurts less but because this kind of silence was trained. Perfected. Expected. She was never allowed to scream. So she learned to hold it in behind steady eyes, a still face, a single tear she didn’t dare let fall. Don’t mistake composure for peace. This is the second in a series about voice, erasure, and survival.

"For Those Who Never Truly Return" | PTSD from active military duty is a wound that never heals. This piece was done in phases. The first: the bloody, violent scars left from war. The second: the bright flowers growing in front of the war scene as a

"For Those Who Never Truly Return" | PTSD from active military duty is a wound that never heals. This piece was done in phases. The first: the bloody, violent scars left from war. The second: the bright flowers growing in front of the war scene as a symbol of hope and life, not erasing but easing some of the horror.

"Falling for an Actor"

"Falling for an Actor"

False Future Fading

False Future Fading

Horrendous Heartache

Horrendous Heartache

Painted coffee table

Painted coffee table

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Painted dress ---> process photos follow ---->

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