I create with charcoal and pastels because they don’t stay neat—
they smudge, they stain, they leave a mark.
Just like memory. Just like spirit.
My art lives in the space between the sacred and the strange.
It’s spiritual, a little eerie, often playful.
It laughs with sarcasm and hums with joy,
all held by deep gratitude for those who came before me.
I don’t chase perfection—I chase feeling.
And I honor the mess it takes to get there.