I paint what remembers and remains.
Earth, pigment, marrow. Layers that breathe, crack, and heal.
I mix crystal fragments into natural earth paints and lay them over natural cotton or linen like skin. Breathable, living, non-restrictive.
An ongoing dialogue between ground and light, between what was buried and what rises again.
Art, for me, is not creation. It’s remembrance and remnants.
A continuous pulse of energy, moving through wound to open air.
Each piece is a living mark, a conversation with myself. And once released, a conversation for others to speak it as they will.
My art comes from a place of healing. I seek life and light, regardless of existence.
Here in Underwolf, I return to my artist child —
wild, instinctive, unafraid.
I embrace her, I trust her, and let her lead.
Wealth by healing. Art by energy. Authorship by living.
