My Creative Process

I love beginning with inspirational collage, blending textures and moments that spark curiosity. Then comes the chaos—unpredictable inks, wild underpaintings, and bursts of spray paint that feel like lightning on canvas. It’s messy, honest, alive.

I weave in pieces of my world: the people I love, my loyal emotional support animals, and the drunken fig eater beetleswho stumble from fermented peaches on my backyard tree—crashing into walls like joyful rebels, reminding me not to take life too seriously.

Sometimes, I catch glimpses of free-floating bubbles and hot air balloons drifting over my neighborhood—filled with thrill-seeking tourists chasing a different kind of high. I paint them in as symbols of romantic escape—from the ordinary, the expected, the ground itself.

Every piece becomes a dream painted in motion, a soft rebellion against the mundane, and an invitation to explore beyond what I ever imagined possible.