Artist Story

For a long time, I grew up believing that love was something you had to earn. That safety wasn’t guaranteed. That being accepted meant shrinking, softening, or shaping myself into whatever kept the peace. I learned early how to read a room before I stepped into it, how to stay quiet, how to disappear while still being present.

Those habits helped me survive, but they weren’t the same as living.

Starting over -completely from scratch- took more strength than I knew I had. Walking away from environments that hurt me, rebuilding my life without a roadmap, and choosing to stay soft in a world that hadn’t been soft with me… none of it was simple. Healing has been uneven and imperfect, but honest in a way nothing else has ever been.

This space - my work, my store, my art - is the result of that rebuilding. It’s not just about tattoos or designs. It’s about reclaiming yourself after years of being told who you’re supposed to be. It’s for anyone who’s ever felt overlooked, dismissed, unheard, or underestimated. For anyone who had to grow up fast or carry things alone. For the quiet fighters who still somehow find room for compassion.

I don’t have everything figured out. But I do have this: proof that starting again is possible. That healing is real. And that after everything you’ve endured, you’re still allowed to dream, create, and take up space