Motherhood isn’t a side-note, it’s the furnace. It cracked me open, wrecked me, rebuilt me, and now it fuels everything I make.

My art lives where contradictions collide: funny and devastating, holy and filthy, defiant and tender.

And herein lies the core of why I make things—tearing apart the myths of motherhood, marriage, and gender. Ripping into the scripts we were handed, and rewriting them with chaos, laughter, and honesty. I’m not here to be safe. I’m here to crack something open.