I am an artist. I am a writer. I am a photographer, mother, a human.

It is the essence of my soul to be a creator. I see everything I do and everything I make as art. I am constantly living along the edges of myself. I have the unique opportunity to meld my career and my life into one beautiful, messy, unrecognizable space. I get to wake up in the middle of the night to rock our baby in my arms, inhale his soft skin and marvel at the beauty my body has birthed, and then spend the next morning foraging the blossoming earth for inspiration for my next work of art, often with my firstborn skipping along next to me while we collect specimens to bring into the studio together.

I am thrilled by a life of fluctuation. To work on my novel one week and then dive headfirst into a Wedding the next weekend is the height of happiness for me. I want to be an advocate for artist parents everywhere. I want to show the world that it is possible to enter a state of flow in the work you were made to do, even when the energy of parenthood feels depleting. I want to show you the beauty of an imperfect world by writing about it and building with it and spending my time connecting with like-minded people, such as yourself.

Thank you for visiting this little home I have built. I hope you find some comfort here. I hope you can feel some part of me reaching out to some part of you.