I’ve been making art for as long as I can remember. As a kid, I was already taking advanced art classes, even dual-enrolling in college while still in high school. Art was my outlet from an early age, a way of expressing things I couldn’t say out loud. Over time, my work grew darker as I struggled with mental illness, self-harm, eating disorders, and the grief of losing my father to brain cancer. For years, I felt disconnected from painting — what once gave me release began to carry the weight of sadness, and I abandoned it.

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I studied at ArtCenter College of Design in Pasadena for three years, but life pulled me in different directions. I faced trauma, heartbreak, and detours that led me away from the studio and into other worlds, including a career in adult film that I’m still in part connected to. In that period, I searched for different outlets: releasing music, making clothes, YouTube Videos. It wasn’t until I picked up a brush again — to paint my father’s portrait before he passed — that I rediscovered what painting could mean to me.

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Now, I use oil and spray paint to translate my experiences into something that feels cathartic, peaceful, and connected. My work explores the ways we as humans interact, love, and seek connection, even in silence. Just a fleeting moment with yourself, a partner, or friend. Painting has become my way back to purpose — a way to create softer, more hopeful realities amidst the chaos of life. In every piece, I’m searching for comfort, intimacy, and the possibility of beauty, even when the world feels overwhelming.