This is where my story became art.

Long before I was an artist, I was a little girl searching to be seen, to be worthy, to be loved. My early years were filled with moments that shaped me in ways I didn't yet understand — loss, transitions, and the quiet ache of feeling different. I carried questions that had no answers and emotions that had nowhere to go.

Over time, I learned that creativity became the language my heart could finally speak. What began as scraps of paper and late-night doodles turned into a way of making sense of the world and my place in it. Art found me when words failed. It became the way I survived — and the way I now help others heal.