She is not one thing.

This piece was created for the @silverleafservices Art Auction, and it’s one of the most personal works I’ve made.

It’s a meditation on contradiction. The quiet, constant dualities women are expected to carry. Beauty and fury. Softness and survival. Creation and destruction. Whimsy and rage.

She is not simply adorned in flowers. She is made of them. Every bloom is both armor and offering. A language of femininity that has long been softened, romanticized, and contained. But there is tension here. A lit match at the edge of ignition. Smoke curling from what has already begun to burn.

There is a thread of Persephone woven into this. Not just the goddess of spring, but the Queen of the underworld. A woman who lived in both light and darkness, who bloomed and ruled what most are afraid to face.

Like her, this piece holds both. What is seen, and what is survived. What blooms above ground, and what was endured beneath it.

Because this is the truth. You don’t come back from certain things unchanged. You learn how to carry both.

To exist as a woman is to hold tenderness and rage in the same breath. To be expected to remain soft while standing in fire.

You are not meant to be simple.
You are not meant to choose.

You are the bloom.
You are the flame.

You are the art. 🌸🔥

As I ease into my winter hiatus, I’m feeling a whole menagerie of emotions—this year was a wild ride.

I picked up a camera for the first time in late 2010, and next year marks 15 years in this self-taught, accidental career. My heart is overflowing. Thank you for inviting me into your most sacred moments—new life, new chapters, milestones, pivots, marriages, divorces, graduations—and for taking me across the country (and internationally). And thank you for trusting me with the quiet goodbyes too: parents, grandparents, children, and the pets who never stay long enough. Holding space for both joy and grief is the greatest meaning of my life. Art is love, and you are the art.

2025 humbled me. This summer my hair started falling out in patches, and I was diagnosed with autoimmune issues and a long list of health stuff. Healing mind/body/spirit meant slowing down: more rest, fewer posts, longer turnaround times, letting go of the version of me that could work endlessly. And it turns out… that’s okay. My hair is growing back, my thyroid is waking up, and I’m feeling like myself again—little by little.

In 2026 I’m moving forward differently: guided by what feels right, not obligation. No more glorifying “booked & busy.” I want to be well-rested, well-traveled, well-read—and do my best work.

Closed + quiet until early March (a few time-sensitive shoots already arranged). Otherwise, I’ll open my calendar mid–late Feb for 2026 booking.

As always: everyone is welcome here. I stand ten toes down for inclusivity, respect, and equal rights—always.

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man.

Literal puuuuurfect shoot and my first cat+person portrait. Obsessed.