I’ve always loved getting lost in the process of artistic creation—and the quiet pride that rises in my heart when I’ve listened long enough to let something truly speak through my hands, through paint. Even as a young child, my mom tells me I would sit for hours coloring and painting, completely absorbed in the joy of making. That love never left. But it was guided down a path that tried to shape it into something else—something that didn’t feel true to my soul.

I followed that path into a career in interior design—honing my eye, learning to shape beauty and space. But over time, I began to feel the ache of something unexpressed. A knowing that I was living beside my purpose, not within it.

In my early 30s, I made a quiet promise to myself: to return to painting, to follow the fire in my soul, and to see what might unfold if I stopped doubting and simply began.

That promise became my first collection—Dare to Bloom—a body of work born from the courage to begin again. To trust myself. To make art not just as an artist, but as a woman reclaiming her voice.

Motherhood arrived like another layer of awakening. It didn’t dim my creative fire—it deepened it. My connection to art has become more spiritual, more intuitive, more alive. New inspirations have already begun to take root, and I know they’ll bloom in future collections.

Today, I live and paint in Mendon, Massachusetts with my husband, our young son, and one playful cat. My work is layered, emotional, and often floral—a meditation on growth, surrender, and the beauty of becoming.

I hope you find something here that reminds you of your own courage to bloom.