My art lives in the tension between what we feel and what the universe refuses to feel. The world moves forward with no concern, but we carry emotion—grief, joy, memory. We ache with meaning.

Being an artist is a gift—but not an easy one. I've spent years trying to get better, but I’m still not where I want to be. There’s always a gap between what I imagine and what I can make. That gap frustrates me. But it also pushes me. Every piece is a step toward closing it.

I build digital environments, sculpting them in 3D space—crafting the structure, setting the shot—then move into 2D, where I paint and layer, blending the rendered with the imagined. Each final image is a mix of construction and intuition, precision and feeling.

I’ve been a digital artist for years, but now I step into the art space to find a home for my practice. I'm here to grow—to sharpen the skills I have, and gain the ones I don’t yet. There are pieces in my head I still don’t have the ability or time to make. But I will. I must.