Before the work,
there was the wreckage.
I don't lead with a portfolio. I lead with where it came from — because the work only makes sense once you know what it's made of.
Born.
June 17th, 2004 — Chester County, Pennsylvania. The first and just about the last thing that ever went according to plan.
Then I moved through so many households I lost count.
The weird kid — in five school districts.
A lot of those homes came with drug abuse, physical abuse, manipulation, and textbook narcissism — and everything that trails behind it. It made me the odd, overweight kid nobody could place, bouncing between rough schools and preppy, predominantly-white ones.
I didn't fit in either world. I didn't really relate to anyone. For a long time, I thought something in me was just behind.
I wasn't underdeveloped.
It was the opposite. My brain simply wasn't built to process that much, that young — traumas that grown adults struggle to hold. All of it eventually had a name: ADHD — my biggest weakness and my biggest strength in the same breath.
Minute to minute, I'm either building entire universes I can store like memories — or pinned to the bed by every thought at once.
It's not a quirk. It's not a personality trait. Mental illness isn't a character bio — it's a day-to-day that most people never see.
I used to use art to escape.
Now I use it to heal — and to inspire.
Building my universes, my products, and myself — in front of an audience, every single day.
