Welcome to my art gallery!
I invite you to enjoy the beauty and stories behind the art. Here, you will discover a curated collection of artworks that inspire and captivate. Immerse yourself in the creativity and passion of each unique piece.
Gallery
After The Storm
My favorite place to be is on the water. There’s something about it that helps me slow down and reflect on everything I’ve been through. It gives me space to feel grateful, grateful that I made it through things I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
But even in that peace, there’s a heaviness. Because the truth is, I barely made it. And that part still lives in me, quietly, even on the calmest days.
Calypso
Daughter of a Titan, bound to an island drenched in sorrow. She heals shipwrecked heroes, shelters their brokenness, and each time, they vow to return to break her curse.
But none ever do.
Only sails fading on the horizon, and the taste of salt: sea and sorrow.
Not cursed to die but to love, to lose, and to wait.
Dear John,
....This isn't working.
Tethered
"This was the most challenging period of my like, marked by the near loss of the person I love the most. A scene from the tv series (Its always sunny in Philadelphia) provided a vivid representation of this poignant moment"
The Artist - 2022
They labeled her mad and locked her away, their rules like restrains meant to bind her spirit. But she saw the world through a different lens one brushed with color, chaos, and clarity. She wasn’t broken. She was an artist.
Silent Scream - 2021
Silent storms rage behind closed doors her scream muffled by fabric, but the fire inside her, impossible to contain.
Lilith
The cage is open, yet she stays not out of fear, but reflection. Freedom isn’t just the absence of walls, but the readiness to leave them behind.
In Time
“The world is in your hands”—
A nice idea, until you realize how powerless you feel to change any of it.
Lying Here
Grace draped in shadow and light where vulnerability meets strength, and every curve tells a story of quiet confidence.
City View #3
Central Park Nights.
City View #2
Brooklyn.
City View #1
Look at me now.
Less Than
Beneath the umbrella’s fragile shield, she sits an enigma in the shadows of a forgotten place, waiting for something unseen to arrive.
Catatonic
Submerged in stillness, she drifts between worlds caught in the fragile space where silence speaks louder than words.
When We Were
When we were, my world was full. Now, only memories remain.
Tomorrow
Today, I set it all down the fear, the pressure, the noise.
Today, I give myself permission to just be.
Hurt
Five minutes a day,
that’s all she’s given to untangle years of trauma, silence the echoes of rejection, and soften the insecurities etched into her skin.
Five minutes to hold space for a lifetime she’s spent holding it all in.
Chasing Dreams
She fell from the sky, not by accident, but in pursuit, chasing dreams so wild they pulled her from the heavens. Some call it falling. She calls it flying toward what matters.