I am enough. You are enough.

I am starting this journal with a divine mirror affirmation for both the transmitter and the receiver of this message.

I didn’t always claim the title of artist.

I grew up in Houston and told my mom at age two, “I’m an artist, I make beautiful things.” But somewhere along the way, I tried to outrun that truth. I studied neurobiology at Harvard, thinking I’d be a neurosurgeon. Ambitious, much? I worked in entertainment in Los Angeles—first at WME, then with Kendrick Lamar’s pgLang—believing I could be fulfilled creating for others behind the scenes. But even in those creative environments with amazing collaborators, I felt a persistent ache.

Returning home from LA to Houston during the pandemic was a rupture and a reckoning. In LA, I had “made it”—or at least it looked that way to my family and peers. But at what cost? I had to stop running and had to listen to the inner knowing voice that had always been there.

Like many of us, I was taught that if I worked hard enough and achieved enough, I would earn the life of my dreams. And in many ways, I did. I had the dream job, but I was the most miserable and sick I had ever been. Multiple rounds of bloodwork, MRIs, and specialists and a year later to thankfully be told I was perfectly healthy. But something deeper was wrong.

So I went back to what I came out of the womb doing: creating.

Art, for me, is not a hobby or a career—it’s a calling. It’s how I hear myself and process the world.

Now, I’ve rediscovered joy. I create to connect—to myself and to something greater. Through painting, metalwork, and writing screenplays I explore how divine order can emerge from chaos. I’m drawn to natural forms, sacred symbols, and enduring stories. Each piece I make—whether a layered oil painting or a piece of jewelry shaped through inner alchemy—is an attempt to make the invisible visible.

Art is both a mirror and a portal. It reflects what is, and it gestures toward what could be.

That’s why I create.