Becoming the Artist I Was Always Meant to Be

A Journey of Ancestry, Boldness, and Divine Creation.

I’ve been creating art for as long as I can remember. Before paint, before canvases, before I knew about galleries or residencies or the word “aesthetic,” there was just me — a little girl from St. Louis with a pencil in her hand and a world in her mind. Drawing was my first language. It was how I expressed myself, how I coped, how I dreamed, and how I connected.

From the very beginning, creativity was never just something I did — it was the way I survived and the way I learned myself.

Growing Up With Art as My Anchor

My childhood wasn’t simple, but it was soulful. My biological father was incarcerated from the time I was three months old until I turned fifteen, yet art kept us tied together through steel bars and long distances. He would send me pottery he made — pieces formed with patience and intention — and he’d share music that we’d listen to separately and discuss later as if we were sitting next to each other. Those exchanges taught me early that creativity is a bridge. It can cross any boundary, heal any distance, and carry any emotion.

My stepdad added to that foundation in a different but equally meaningful way. We’d sit outside and draw cars together — quiet, simple moments that taught me how to observe shape, shadow, and detail. And on my biological dad’s side, my Aunt Tara was another artist in the family. The way she colored, the softness she brought to her work, mesmerized me. I didn’t even realize at the time how much her approach influenced me. Sometimes inspiration comes in the smallest, most subtle forms — and those are the ones that stay with you forever.

Looking back, I can see so clearly how the men and women who shaped me also shaped my artistry. My father’s creativity, my stepdad’s patience, my aunt’s sense of color — all of them live inside my work today.

SCAD, Savannah, and Choosing My Own Path

After high school, I went to SCAD in Savannah, Georgia. It was a dream come true — one of the top art schools in the country, surrounded by other creatives who breathed the same air I did. But something in me always moved to its own rhythm, and after a year, I knew that my path wasn’t supposed to look like everyone else's.

Leaving SCAD wasn’t giving up — it was choosing me. It was trusting my timing, trusting my creativity, and trusting that my life didn’t need to follow a traditional template to be successful or meaningful.

And that decision changed everything.

High School Hustler: Born to Create, Born to Thrive

By the time I reached high school, my dad was out of prison and I was living with him full-time. His hustle became my hustle — not in the streets, but in my art. I did hair, nails, sketches, whatever I needed to do to make money while still doing what I loved. I’ve always been self-sufficient, always been bold, always been willing to carve my own lane.

Even joining a burlesque group at 18 was part of that story — not about performing, but about expression. About trusting the body, trusting the art, trusting myself. I’ve always been unafraid to explore who I am and how I want to present myself to the world.

That fearlessness is still in me.

2019: The Leap to Las Vegas

Three years after leaving college, I took another leap — this time to Las Vegas.
No hesitation. No overthinking. I packed my life and moved within a month.

Las Vegas was bold, and so was I.

The city pushed me into a new version of myself — vibrant, unfiltered, unstoppable. That’s how I ended up in the street-performing showgirl industry. It wasn’t just performance; it was artistry, character building, risk-taking, and entrepreneurship all at once. It was me choosing to live out loud, refusing to shrink, and making a living on my own terms.

That same energy fuels my work today.

The Evolution Into the Artist I Am Now

Over the years, my art shifted from simple drawings to more spiritual, symbolic, and intuitive works. My creativity isn’t random — it’s ancestral. It’s mystical. It’s purposeful.

The themes in my work now — divine femininity, protection, ancestral presence, ritualistic symbolism, the beauty and power of Black womanhood — didn’t come from studying art books. They came from living life, from healing, from loving, from hurting, from rising.

Your art grows as you grow.

And I’ve grown into a woman who understands her own magic.

Why I Create Now

Today, my work is about more than technique or aesthetics.
It’s about storytelling.
It’s about embodiment.
It’s about reclaiming the sacred.

I paint Black women as divine, powerful, intuitive beings because that’s who we are. I paint guardians, ancestors, creatures of myth and protection because those energies have followed me throughout my life. I paint the supernatural because my life has always felt guided by something deeper.

Every brushstroke is a prayer.
Every piece is a portal.
Every creation is a conversation with the women who came before me and the ones who will come after.

Where I’m Heading Next

This next chapter of my art is rooted in intention.
I'm building Eden’s Groove.
I'm aligning with my spiritual and feminine power.
I'm stepping into my legacy — not just making art, but creating a world, a brand, a movement that reflects who I truly am.

My journey has never been linear — but it’s always been divine.

And the beauty of it is, this is only the beginning.