I was born in Aroostook County, Maine on September 16th, 2000. I've moved about a million times now which has given me the opportunity to enjoy everything Maine has to offer. Currently, I am attending the Maine College of Art, or MECA, in Portland, ME and i'm set to graduate in 2023. Although I mainly focus on illustration, I am attempting to expand my abilities to mixed media and graphic design as well as some sculpture work.
I began drawing when I was around four or five years old, I loved to draw dresses and animals; Although I have never been great at drawing animals. As I got older I began creating clothing for my Bratz Dolls and giving them haircuts like I was a professional, eventually I started dabbling in drawing eyes because I have always believed they are the windows to the soul. After I began rendering faces I was on a roll, studying anatomy and working on ways to make my techniques different from every other artist. Throughout my life my grandmother was my biggest fan; She used to tell me I was going to be an artist someday and there was no two ways about it. When she passed in 2012 I was not only heartbroken, but it was like a massive explosion went off inside my mind; Not only that, but my house even burned down a few months afterwards and I lost everything including my two dogs and my cat, luckily my family made it out okay..
This is when I began ingraining my artwork with meticulous details and serious underlying definition.
My art has progressed from terrible stick figures with weird gowns and horribly misshapen animals to beautiful women covered in tattoos preaching equality and people chained by technology. Controversy is the fuel for my fire; And if you're an artist, what's your fuel?
I began drawing when I was around four or five years old, I loved to draw dresses and animals; Although I have never been great at drawing animals. As I got older I began creating clothing for my Bratz Dolls and giving them haircuts like I was a professional, eventually I started dabbling in drawing eyes because I have always believed they are the windows to the soul. After I began rendering faces I was on a roll, studying anatomy and working on ways to make my techniques different from every other artist. Throughout my life my grandmother was my biggest fan; She used to tell me I was going to be an artist someday and there was no two ways about it. When she passed in 2012 I was not only heartbroken, but it was like a massive explosion went off inside my mind; Not only that, but my house even burned down a few months afterwards and I lost everything including my two dogs and my cat, luckily my family made it out okay..
This is when I began ingraining my artwork with meticulous details and serious underlying definition.
My art has progressed from terrible stick figures with weird gowns and horribly misshapen animals to beautiful women covered in tattoos preaching equality and people chained by technology. Controversy is the fuel for my fire; And if you're an artist, what's your fuel?