Born beneath the wind-swept pines and granite coastlines of coastal Maine, my relationship with art began as naturally as the tidal rhythms that shaped my earliest understanding of creation and transformation.

The landscape of my childhood—a stark and poetic terrain of rocky shores and dense forests—became my first muse, my initial teacher of intricate systems and delicate interconnections.

Art has never been a choice for me, but a fundamental choice to process my reality. From the moment my hands could grasp a pencil, I was translating the world around me into lines, shapes, and narratives. The forests of Maine whispered their complex stories, and I learned early that every mark carries meaning, every line a potential language of connection. Humans are wildly diverse creatures in perpetual motion; constantly shaping their bodies to better suit themselves. I never saw so much potential on a living, breathing surface. The most intriguing and prominent canvas.

Tattooing emerged not as a career, but as a calling—a profound rite that excited me beyond knowing where it would take me. This practice for me is yes, about adorning skin but also witnessing personal mythology, and resurrecting ritual and rites of passage to the human experience.

My approach to tattooing is rooted in deep reverence: for the body as a landscape, for pigment as a vehicle of intention. Each tattoo is a collaboration, a delicate negotiation between the wearer's internal narrative and the visual poetry we co-create. I see my role not as an artist imposing a design, but as a conduit—translating personal experiences into visual metaphors that can be carried, quite literally, into the world. A portal of healing and reclamation.

"“To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.” - Mary Oliver