I was born in Atlanta and grew up in a family that was always plucking guitar strings, painting murals, or weaving a story, however; I didn’t pick up a paintbrush until after my mom tragically passed in 2019. Soon after, my family and I moved to Chattanooga - only to be hunkered down at home during the pandemic. I, like so many, lost my day job and began homeschooling my children; painting at my tiny kitchen table became my lifeline and a true example of beauty from ashes. I continue to work through my grief through painting, taking inspiration in the beauty that is in our everyday surroundings and the stories they tell.

On a good morning, you can find me tucked away in my studio filling the first minutes of the day sketching ideas or painting a new piece. Most of my hours are filled outside with children in Forest School or chasing my chicks in my backyard.