For most of my life, I played the role expected of me, quiet, agreeable, putting others first. Anxiety and trauma loomed large, but the 90s stigma around therapy meant I kept my struggles buried. I became the ultimate people-pleaser, suppressing my voice to fit into a world that rewarded compliance over authenticity.

Then came the breaking point. A serious breakdown forced me to confront everything I had ignored. In my recovery, I picked up a paintbrush and, for the first time, allowed my true self to speak. My art became my rebellion.

Now, I use that voice to take aim at a system that thrives on burnout and demands we trade our well-being for productivity. Through satirical, unapologetic artwork, I highlight the absurdity of modern life, because sometimes, the only way to process the madness is to laugh at it.

I create for the overworked, the underappreciated, and those questioning if this is really it.