I am an artist, my hair is rarely tamed & sometimes I sleep till noon, My house is messy and I speak to the moon. I care less about the materials that I share with my world and more about the passion inside myself. Im an artist, what more can you expect? i am full of soul, love and all the rest.

Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

Until I find a home in a human, art has my heart.

Don’t get too attached to me, I belong to the stars. I’m only earth bound,passing through because this world needs heArt.

Without the pain there would not be art, the patterns are the pieces of me i've lost and gained along the way.

For me, art makes the ordinary magical.

People are always relying on another, i always feel more comfortable alone. Art knows my pain, its not just a desire to paint, a hobby to distract me from living my truth, it is my truth.

I owe it all to words and art, the peace that came with a flicker of a pen silenced the suffering; eased the pain and life that was once filled with burden became sane again. It Became meaningful. Art does matter, it made me, when the world changed me.

I don't paint what people expect, I paint what my heart yearns to express.