By the age of 3, I was already captivated by color, a small hand picking up vibrant flowers & insects while my grandmother—an artist with soil-stained fingers—guided me through her garden, naming petals and pointing out the quiet dramas of ants and beetles beneath leaves; those walks opened a hidden world where blooms and insects felt like secret characters, and through this is where i found the magic in the unseen things of this world or others & gravitated toward fantasy, finding in mythic forests and imagined creatures the same vivid hues and intimate wonder that first stole my attention in her garden.

I stumbled upon the tattoo world at the age of 8, transfixed by a cheesy reality TV show, seeing decorated women take on an industry ruled by men, and kicking ass at it; that glimpse captivated me, turned curiosity into a quiet hunger, and opened up a whole new landscape of possibility where skin could become my canvas and moments were made permanent. I began collecting sketches and practicing designs on paper, imagining a future where I could translate my wild imagination into ink, and that childhood aspiration carried me through public school, long nights teaching myself techniques, drawing every single day & learning that art was there for me during some of the hardest moments in my life & always would be. By 22, the dream I’d nursed since that first encounter was no longer imagination but practice—I was standing in a shop with a small but growing clientele, translating my creativity onto flesh, carrying forward the same sense of wonder that first hooked me at 8 years old. 

Now at age 26, I continue to improve my skills & expand my imagination to new heights. There is no limit & i’m excited to continue creating what feels like an extension of my soul. The ideas for each piece I create come to me in my dreams or in the state we fall into between awake and sleep. This is such a special process for me because it feels like i’m just a vessel channeling something divine.