I am a Boston-based neurodivergent artist working across photography, painting, writing, and music.

My work explores the fragile beauty and gravity of being alive—its struggle, darkness, impermanence, and the traces left by passing moments.

I create from the inside out, allowing an idea or feeling to lead me toward the form it wants to take. I honor the world inside my head—and the things not said.

It usually begins with curiosity, a feeling, or an observation…

Things like a shopping cart—once useful, ordinary, and entirely at home among people—now abandoned somewhere it doesn’t belong, causing a fuss among the flora and fauna.

Details that make me believe everything matters and nothing matters. Like that one flower pushing through concrete because why the fuck not.

Moments that have already passed but somehow linger in the present.

Like the way that stranger looked at me on the train this morning, and the feeling it gave me—like she saw right through me. A strange in-between moment that will never happen again, yet somehow lives on in someone’s memory.

That moment mattered.

That stranger—did I matter to her, too?