Before I was a painter, I was a dancer.
Years of training still shape the movement, gesture, and rhythm I look for in my work.
Movement helped relax my body and quiet my mind long before I understood how much I needed it.
Living with chronic pain and autoimmune conditions has only deepened that awareness.
I notice what restores me, what asks for patience, and what helps me find my way back to myself.
A sunrise can completely change the direction of my day.
So can chocolate.
I’ve spent 17 years working as both an artist and an art teacher, with degrees in art education and social and emotional learning.
Those two lives have shaped each other, carrying ideas back and forth between the classroom and the studio.
I like to teach art students to look beyond what they see and ask why it needed to be made. I find myself asking the same question in my own studio.
I love flowers, warm light, hot yoga, pretty cafés, and the particular kind of hope that comes with waking up to a brand new day.
I’ve noticed painting helps reveal things I didn’t know how to share.
That belief guides my paintings, the stories I write beside them, and the connection I hope happens when someone sees a little of their own life inside my work.
