My story

I am an artist whose work completely changed direction because of a grueling, deeply painful journey I walked alongside my son.

In the beginning, no one understood that he was autistic. Instead, the school blamed me, labeling me a bad mother. The overwhelming stress eventually broke him; he became entirely unable to attend school. For four long years, his world shattered. He was completely broken—trapped in cycles of hitting, screaming, crying, unable to sleep, and losing the will to live. I had to put my own life on absolute hold, doing nothing but staying by his side, minute by minute, day after day. During those darkest years, I had only two wishes: to sleep, and to be held.

Now that the tide has turned and things are better, I feel a profound calling to give that very comfort to others. Through my healing and uplifting art, I want to offer a warm embrace from the Universe. A sanctuary of restorative energy. 

Let me hold you.