What the Storm Didn't Take
I Create for the Woman I've Been; Ones with Stories to Tell
The ones who didn’t die, even when it felt like they had.
If you're carrying a story that no one ever held…
If you're ready to make your pain visible — and sacred…
If you're drawn to pieces that feel like grief, grace, and resurrection —
You belong here.
There is nothing too much about you.
Nothing too dark.
Nothing unworthy of light.
Everything I create — etched glass, wearable altars, painted icons, confessional poetry — is born from some version of me that burned, broke, bled, or bloomed.
I don’t make art to decorate walls.
I make objects that witness and hold the story you couldn’t quite say out loud.
My materials are reclaimed. Scarred. Touched. Imperfect.
My methods are slow. Ritualistic. By hand, by breath, by heart.
Red Honors Revelation Black Builds Structure White Hold Space for the Silence
Feral Inc. Chaos Branded
