It took me over 25 years to call myself an "artist," despite my various childhood creations, despite having an art degree, and despite an undeniably creative mind. First, I fell in love with the darkroom in high school. Then, wanting to expand my artistic horizons, I went to art school in Brooklyn and fell in love with printmaking.

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After that, I had The Bug. I couldn't stop learning, couldn't stop creating. For a long time, I felt nothing I produced was Good Enough, and I struggled to think of myself a "real" artist, the way some of my friends were. They knew what they were doing, and their work was amazing.

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Eventually—partly because my work got better, and partly because I started to see myself through a different lens—that perspective shifted. Even still, I didn't start seriously marketing myself as an artist until 2022, when I moved to Denver. Immediately, I found that the more I put my art out into the world, the more affirmation I received from people who engaged with it. This gave me the confidence to explore more, create more, and unapologetically make what called to me.

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It wasn't until late 2023 that I discovered there was a name for the kinds of things I was making—conceptual art. Today, I practice a number of media, including screen printing, linocut, digital drawing, sculpture, mixed media, and more. My goal with my art is not only to make the world a little more beautiful, a little more entertaining, it is to engage in a visual conversation, and challenge belief systems the viewer didn't know they had. In short, my goal is to make a difference, in some small way.