My Fiber Glow Up

There’s something so magical about fiber. The way the weft feels on a loom, a tangled skein of yarn, or the way wool feels when weaving just calms me down. Fiber art isn’t just stitches or patterns. It’s a form of peace to my adhd brain. I can fully focus on the texture and somehow it calms my brain from all the noise. Side…

Playfulness Is My New Superpower 

For the entirety of my creative endeavors, I chased perfection. I edited and over-thought everything until the pictures were pristine, stitched in perfect lines, and everything was curated like I was sending it off to a museum. Naturally after years of that I lost the spark along with the glitter, the giggles, and the joy. For me creating was my…

A Pause, A Pandemic, A Palette Reborn

In 2019, I walked away from the creative world—not with a dramatic slam of the door, but with a quiet, aching pause. It didn’t feel like burnout. It wasn’t a failure. It was something more….something like a slow unraveling of joy.  Back then, my art felt more like a performance than an outlet. Every stitch, every brushstroke, every weave, every pixel was weighed down by a heaviness of expectation—mine,…