i didn’t always think of myself as an artist. i first started working for nonprofits and churches and got my degree thinking i’d end up working in the prison system (my degree is actually criminal justice and psychology!) after a crazy series of events, i picked up gig at anthropologie and worked with their visual team.

in 2008, my car was hit by a drunk driver and i suffered a traumatic brain injury; doctors estimated i lost up to 60% of my verbal and cognitive abilities. that was just the beginning of a really tough couple of years: i lost a dear friend to a tragic car accident and my marriage fell apart. making things became my refuge and my revival. i holed up in my parents' attic, creating piece after piece in an attempt to process it all. on a whim i applied to the school of the art institute in chicago and started my journey to becoming what i thought was "a real artist;" it turned out to be the greatest season of hustle, validation and transformation.

in 2012, i launched my dream project, traveling the country in a RV and talking to people who were a positive force in their communities. it was then, in the midst of communities many would deem “hopeless," that i fell hard in love with humanity and storytelling. inspired and wanting to help in some way, i began to use my art and design to come alongside the work of these people and

organizations. those people and projects allowed me to see how humble actions can drive movements that change the world.

i've always viewed making things as some kind of magical portal. well­designed, carefully crafted work should open new doors, spark conversations and epiphanies, introduce and engage communities to new concepts. it should challenge us, evoke emotion in us and ignite us to action. art has power; i love nothing more than uniting people and purpose and making a difference.