I am a twenty-something year old rolling stone who spent their childhood doodling and writing, and have turned it into a part-time job and full-time passion. Or, as my Twitter bio says, I'm just a creative who's desperatively trying to create something before the late stage capitalistic ennui drowns me. I am still unsure as to whether my Philosophy and Psychology degree has helped or hindered this process.

My sister and I were bred and reared by two ecccentric editors who treated us to a nomadic childhood, moving every few years from one quaint little dorp to the next. Little wonder that we both became avid readers ourselves and after devouring every appropriate book in our library, I began writing and illustrating my own stories. Many pay homage to the people we knew for a brief moment and the places we lived in and grew to love. Fortunately, both parents have always loved nature and quiet, so I was blessed to live in some of the most beautiful towns, in the beautiful houses my mother renovated. Although always exciting and full of wonder, this transient life did make for an unusual chilhood which in turn made for an unusual child.

I draw and write because I can’t afford therapy. I create scenes that horrify me as well as ones which comfort me. Sometimes one piece will do both. Sometimes I simply draw what I want to see and feel for myself. I don’t actually know why I draw, I just know I always have and it’s one of the only things that makes me genuinely happy. Even when it’s horrific, violent, and awful. As for writing, I have always wanted to tell a full story -- more than a simple image could. It has always been one of my dreams to create a story that could resonate with others, as so many stories have for me. As for my other dream, I wish to be underwater for as long as it’s possible, where it’s quiet.