Art found me when I was lost.

In 2019, a brain injury ended my 25-year career as a nurse.
Suddenly, the healer became the one in need of healing.

With part of my brain no longer working the way it once did, I stepped, terrified, into something unfamiliar…creativity.

Painting became my lifeline.

What started as therapy became something deeper, a conversation between what was broken and what was still whole. Between grief and grace.

Each piece carries that tension.

People often say the work feels both alive and grounding. I think that’s because it holds all of it, the wounds, the wonder, and everything in between.

This is still healing work. Just in a different form.

Through color and canvas, I create space for people to feel something real.
And maybe, just maybe, not feel so alone in it.