About

I studied art in college with intention and momentum—the kind that carries you through long studio nights and critique sessions where everything feels possible. Art school gave me structure, community, and a language for what I wanted to say visually. For a while, it felt like a clear path forward, one that would naturally unfold into a life centered around creating.

Then COVID hit, and everything stalled for me,

Like a lot of people, I was pulled away from that path. Studios closed, routines disappeared, and the sense of direction I once had became hard to hold onto. What I thought would be a short pause turned into years I decided to pursue a path in dog grooming another creative outlet that scratched my itch, but my art supplies gathered dust, and ideas stayed unfinished in sketchbooks. Life became more about stability and getting through each day than creating.

But the connection to art never really left—it just went quiet.

Recently, I’ve come back to it. Not in the same way as before, and not with the same expectations, but with something steadier. I feel less pressure to prove anything and more focus on simply creating. My work now is more personal and intentional just making art for myself and the things I emjoy instead of for a grade, my work now shaped just as much by the time I stepped away as by the time I spent studying.

This isn’t about picking up where I left off. It’s about starting again, with everything I’ve experienced in between.