2022
The Yellow Flowers

The Yellow Flowers - AVAILABLE

Analog collage on paper

Forget about the male gaze and check out her flower gaze. This beauty is absolutely radiating with positively! And how could she not when she’s surrounded by blue skies and butterflies?! She looks to the yellow flowers and holds one in her hand, gazing at and gathering the beauty surrounding her.

Beautiful Destructive Innovation - AVAILABLE

Analog collage and paper weaving on paper

When you look closely at the woven area of this piece, you can spot a reindeer grazing. The counter weaves are made from an upcycled holographic National Geographic cover from the 80s.

Beautiful Destructive Innovation
More Than a Snack; a Proper Sandwich

More Than a Snack; a Proper Sandwich - AVAILABLE

Analog collage and paper weaving on paper

A very tasty sandwich has many layers woven together.

Hey There, Brooklyn! - SOLD

Analog collage on paper

8 x 11 in.
This beauty is made from the pages of an upcycled National Geographic, Playboy and a gardening mag, embellished with silver and gold origami paper.

Hey There, Brooklyn!
How Fucking Dare They

How Fucking Dare They - AVAILABLE

Analog collage on paper

11×17 in.

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Our Musical Journey Through the Pathways of the Sky - SOLD

Analog collage on paper

11×17 in.
Upcycled materials from vintage Playboy and National Geographic magazines, recompiled with a fiery energy on June 24th, 2022 as a response to a small group of
people choosing to strip the rights of another large group of people. A feminine, fiery, feline energy that will continue to assert her power and stand up for her bodily autonomy.

Our Musical Journey Through the Pathways of the Sky
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A New York Slice - AVAILABLE

Analog collage on paper

11 x 14 in.
Commissioned work. 
I’ve begun to notice the effects of the small things, the ones you think don’t make a difference, then somehow transform into taking the road less traveled. Love jumping out at two souls, lighting them up into one.
Poetry on the back:
“The moment the music stops
And your eyes lock,
The music starts back up,
And it doesn’t stop.”