Hello, Succulent.
To me, succulents are poetry.
Succulents’ colors grow vivid when starved of water and stressed by environmental extremes.
When I feel at my limit, they are a reminder that life can be stubbornly beautiful in the worst of times.
My first 21 years were spent in a religious cult, where I learned to stifle my desires and take care of everyone but myself.
The human I married helped me start to discover who I was, but also reinforced many of those lessons. I threw everything I was into that relationship, and almost a decade later, it left me a shell of myself and in a financial mess.
But that wasn’t the end for me.
My obsession with rare succulents and need to make anything meaningful out of my life led to a thriving art practice. And a in 2021, Hello Succulent was born; spurred on by an online community that saw the strength in me that I couldn’t.
Now finally living for myself, I am rebuilding outside of normal rules: cleverly, open-hearted, and full of life.
The work I make in this unique period of my career is full of lived experience and story. These paintings literally travel the world with me, one at a time, because that’s all I can carry on my nomadic journey.