Painting is my prayer, my mirror, my rebellion. When I pick up the brush, the world falls away — it’s just me, spirit, and color. In that space, I rediscover myself. Every stroke becomes a spell, every canvas a ritual. It’s meditation. It’s healing. It’s truth.

My art lives at the intersection of sensuality and soul. I create to express what words can’t hold — the ache, the power, the softness, the rage. Nudity in my work isn’t about shock; it’s about shedding the layers this world tries to put on us. It’s about being bare, being bold, being whole. Vulnerability is not weakness — it’s where real strength is born.

Through my creations, I invite you to return to yourself. To feel deeper. To think freer. To remember the magic in your bones.

Let my art reorient your spirit, ignite your creativity, and awaken your body.

About Me

I was born and raised in St. Louis, a city that shaped both my resilience and my creativity. Art has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. Before I ever picked up a paintbrush, I was that kid who drew dresses nonstop — convinced I would become a fashion designer one day. I even tried sending my designs to Oprah because my dreams were always bigger than the moment I was in.

After high school, I attended SCAD in Savannah, Georgia for a year. It was an amazing experience, but deep down, I knew I needed to chase my artistic path in my own way and in my own timing. So I left, trusting myself long before I had everything figured out — which is something I still honor in my journey today.

Art has always been a bridge between me and the people I love.
My father is incredibly artistic. Though he was incarcerated from the time I was three months old until I turned fifteen, art kept us connected. He would mail me pottery he sculpted, and we’d share music — listening separately but talking about it together. Those moments shaped me deeply.

My stepdad also played a huge role. We used to sit outside and draw cars together. With him, I learned patience, observation, and the simple joy of putting pencil to paper. My Aunt Tara, on my biological dad’s side, inspired me too — not even through drawing, but through the way she colored. I was obsessed with how she made colors feel alive. Looking back, I think that’s why I naturally shifted into painting when I got to high school.

By that time, my dad was out of prison, and I went to live with him for the rest of high school. He’s a natural-born hustler — resourceful, self-made, fearless. I inherited those qualities. In school I was always making money through something creative: doing hair, painting nails, selling art. I even joined a burlesque group at 18 during my last semester because I’ve never been afraid to express myself, take risks, or live boldly.

In 2019, three years after leaving college, I decided to make another bold move — I relocated to Las Vegas. I moved within a month, trusting my future self the same way I always have. That’s how I got into the street-performing showgirl industry. And ever since, I’ve been living out loud, creating my own opportunities, and building a life where I am both the artist and the boss.

My journey has never been traditional — but it has always been authentic.
Every risk, every move, every piece of art I create comes from a place of courage, creativity, and soul.

This is who I am.
This is how I live my art.