Welcome to the friendly confines.
Maybe you’re looking to discover one-of-a-kind art pieces that speak to you.
Perhaps you're on the hunt for that standout T-shirt that no one else will have.
Or maybe you appreciate the value of unique items that reflect individuality over mass production.
No matter your reason for visiting, I truly appreciate you taking the time to stop by.
about me?
Aw, shucks, puddin’. I’m flattered, really…
Let’s keep this super real. I mean, it is kinda my brand, right?
Ok, this is gonna open like a sob story, but hang in there and I promise it gets better.
cue movie score
I was a student in Catholic school for over 9 years, including two at an all-girl school, leaving me to navigate through some deep-seated patriarchal religious trauma. At 15, I found myself pregnant before MTV tried to glamorize that reality. Surprisingly enough, there weren't any documentary crews to document those raw and challenging moments. My son and I spent the first two years of his life living in a car, which was a tough road to travel.
(Spoiler alert: I do have a degree now, and we are alright.)
And spoiler alert again—it’s not in art. My degree is in nursing. For over a decade, I served as an adolescent psychiatric registered nurse, a role that certainly took its toll on me physically and emotionally. Life has been a journey of resilience, and while the past shaped me, it's the present and future I focus on now.
To keep this a readable length, allow me to fast forward to now, and just quote my first therapist:
I have been diagnosed as having...ahem…
*adjusts glasses*
*puts on super-professional voice*
"PTSD, chronic, severe;
ADHD, combined type, chronic, severe;
Anxiety disorder, chronic, severe;
Pain, chronic, ongoing"
Panic Disorder, NOS
(update, 2022- we get to add OCD and being “positive” for some traits of Autism; dammit I am fun at parties, y’all)
*drops the act*
Soooo….
Art is not only a huge part of my mental health, but it is my therapy, my craft, my trade, my livelihood, my nemesis, and my best friend.
It is cathartic.
It is brutal in its honesty.
Every piece that I complete has a little piece of my soul tucked away inside.
(Or…ya know… slung across the canvas.
Depends on the day, really.)