About

Artists are my heroes. They are courageous beings who share their personal expression through their artistry, unafraid to study life in all it’s beauty, pain and complexity. They travel the roads not taken by most, willing to go face to face with their inner demons, to excavate the buried treasures that are hidden there. True artists bring to light the truth that lies within all of us.

My path to become an artist has been a bumpy one, full of fear and unknowns.

When I was adopted, it was a closed adoption, which meant that my birth certificate was sealed and I was not entitled to see my birth records or any identifying information around my birth. I was cut off from my ancestral roots and from my self. It was frowned upon to ask about my adoption, let alone search for my birth family. I felt split in two; there was the “me” that was living happily with my adopted family and the “me” that was kept secret, concealed from the truth. I wondered why this happened and would it happen again?

This cast a fearful shadow over my life. 

Not knowing “who I am,” my identity, and where I came from made me feel that there was no “me” for which my artistic expression could come forth. I realized that I needed a firm foundation of knowing “who I am” first, in order to cultivate my artistic voice.

I gained the strength to search for my biological family and found my birth mother. I worked hard integrating the new found pieces of myself while releasing the self that I thought I had to be. 

I now work from my studio in the foothills of Los Angeles, living my life as an artist and graphic designer, sharing my voice, my pains and my love with the world through my artistic expression.

It took me a long time to get here, to accept, trust, and embrace who I really am, to finally live my life fearlessly through the lens of an artist.