Neon Diaries is a visual metaphor - every artwork I create is born from a personal story, much like ink spilled in a private journal. But unlike hidden pages, my art lays bare my deepest thoughts for all to see. In Neon Diaries, she is surrounded by floating electric monitors. Each glowing screen reveals a distinct futuristic journal entry - a metaphor for the way all my artwork tells stories. And this piece, in particular, explains how I came to that style of creating.

Broken ≠ Worthless is a raw, surreal tribute to the discarded and misunderstood - both people and things - woven from personal grief, fractured memories, and the quiet resilience of unexpected connection. It traces a journey from childhood love and loss to adult abandonment and isolation, where even a beloved collie becomes a casualty of life's unraveling. In the quiet wreckage, a bond forms with a wary street dog, slowly rebuilding trust and revealing that even the most shattered souls still crave - and deserve - love. The accompanying artwork crowns this truth in defiance: a figure seated in sovereignty over her chaos, flanked by symbols of loyalty and pain, declaring that what society calls trash can still blaze with meaning.

Patience is the art of hoping. - Luc de Clapiers

‘Patience’ is a deeply symbolic piece that reflects my personal journey as an artist and the resilience required to endure life's uncertainties. At its heart is a woman seated at a rusted piano, overgrown with vines and worn by time—a powerful metaphor for the passage of years and the patience needed to create something meaningful. The woman herself is not untouched by time; rust and vines creep across her form, merging her with her surroundings and underscoring the transformative effects of persistence and struggle.

‘Never Forgotten’ is a profoundly personal artwork that captures the enduring bond between a mother and child, transcending the boundaries of life and death. Inspired by Mary Elizabeth Frye’s poignant poem ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep,’ this piece explores themes of loss, memory, and spiritual connection, offering a heartfelt reminder that love endures beyond the physical world.

The artwork depicts a woman sitting alone on a serene beach, accompanied by an empty chair—a poignant symbol of the loved one she has lost. Surrounding her are ethereal silhouettes of angels, their presence representing the unseen forces that guide and comfort us in times of grief. Above the clouds, heaven is visible, serving as a beacon of hope and the ultimate reunion beyond this life.

"Shed Your Skin" is a profound visual narrative of transformation, growth, and resilience, capturing the essence of beauty that arises from embracing change. The central figure, a woman covered with tattoos of butterflies and caterpillars, embodies the journey from burden to liberation. These tattoos transcend mere decoration; they are narratives etched into her skin, chronicling her past struggles and triumphs as she evolves.

‘The Gift of Imagination’ delves into the interplay between perception, creativity, and reality, inviting viewers to explore the power of the mind to transcend even the harshest circumstances. This artwork unfolds across three distinct layers, each representing a facet of the woman’s experience.

The purple elements symbolize her subjective reality, where a surreal sky illuminates her world, offering a glimpse into her unique perspective. This dreamlike atmosphere reveals the depth of her mind’s eye—a realm where imagination flourishes beyond physical limitations.

‘Will Dance For Food’ is a poignant 1/1 artwork that delves into the themes of hunger, inequality, and the stark disconnect between privilege and need. The title, an ironic plea for sustenance, underscores the desperation faced by those whose basic needs go unmet, contrasting the frivolity of abundance with the harsh realities of deprivation.

This piece is deeply personal, inspired by my time working at a hostel in Guatemala, where I earned just $2 per hour. Guests would often leave behind delicious food, yet I witnessed a striking inequality: two individuals were tasked with distributing leftovers, but they never offered any to me, despite my clear need. Even humorously hinting at my hunger was met with indifference. This experience became a visceral reminder of the disparity between those with excess and those who suffer in silence.