I was born in January 1981 in Salt Lake City, Utah, and raised in Sugarhouse, specifically in the Wasatch Hollow neighborhood. Utah has always been home. It’s where I grew up, where I learned who I was, and where I eventually found my voice through art.

I am one of seven siblings — five of us close in age, with two younger brothers who came along later. In 2022, we lost our youngest brother to suicide. That loss changed me. It deepened my understanding of pain, of love, and of how fragile and valuable life truly is. His absence is part of my story now, and in many ways, part of my work.

In February 2014, my greatest creation came into this world — my daughter. She is my heart, my grounding force, and the purest form of love I know. Though we live in different states, we text often, FaceTime constantly, and see each other whenever we can. She reminds me why I create — to build something meaningful, lasting, and honest.

Painting is freedom for me.

By nature, I am very intentional. I choose colors carefully, imagine movement, and begin each piece with a sense of direction — but fluid art requires something deeper: letting go, surrendering. At some point I have to step back and allow the paint to move on its own, trusting the process instead of controlling every outcome. The paint moves in ways I can’t fully control, and that’s the beauty of it.

My work lives in that space between intention and surrender — between structure and chaos. It reflects healing, growth, and the beauty that can emerge when we allow life to unfold rather than forcing it into perfection.

Every piece becomes its own journey and is a reminder that we can guide our path… but we don’t have to control everything to create something beautiful.