I paint what haunts me—and what heals me. This isn’t decoration—it’s survival, a mission, a daily ache that demands creation. My pieces are built from chaos and calm, ink and instinct, oil and obsession. They carry my fingerprints, my sexuality, my sobriety, my joy, my grief. Every brushstroke is a prayer or a fight—sometimes both. These works hold my truth.
Nothing here is formulaic. I’m not chasing trends—I’m chasing transformation. My style shifts because I shift. I paint to grow, to push, to stay alive through evolution. Each piece is a fragment of that process, a living story in motion. If something you see hits you in the chest, if it feels like it was meant for you—trust that feeling.
