Grief looks better in eyeliner. Joy looks better with teeth.
I draw like I’m having conversations with ghosts. Art is just love that found a new way to speak. And guess what? I still have plenty left to give.
Some of my weapons are Sharpies, sumi, and India ink. Tools that don’t forgive and don’t lie. My work lives in contradiction: pulp and elegance, seduction and unease, control and collapse.
I redraw myself and others on my terms. Femme fatale, half-feral omen? Pinup with a glitch in the feed.
I didn’t go to art school. I lived through something meaner. Spite taught me first. Survival came next. Every line I make is a refusal to vanish.
Zines, drawings, paintings, and occasional papier-mâché. Merch for the defiant, haunted, and beautifully ungovernable.
For anyone who’s ever felt like too much, or not enough, and kept going anyway.
This isn’t feel-good art. This is feel-something art. Based in Portland, Oregon and the SF Bay Area.