I paint on black. It’s where my stories begin—buried in darkness, clawing their way to the surface. My work is often called “creepy” or “depressing,” but I’ve never been interested in making anyone comfortable. I explore death, decay, nature, and the remnants of experiences that never really left me. Every piece is a confrontation. Every brushstroke is me processing what I survived.
I work mostly with acrylic, raw and unfiltered, bending it into forms that echo the things we don’t talk about out loud. My art isn’t meant to be pretty—it’s meant to be honest.