I have never considered myself to be a talented super genius human or even a clean cut, someone-to-look-up-to kind of human. My work hasn't been shown in gallery's or coffee shops with delicately handwritten price tags underneath the piece. I simply needed a positive outlet for all the creepy Nooks and Crannies in my head. My artwork is a play-by-play of my treatment process. It has lighthearted antidotes, strangely emotional facial expressions and last, but not least, adorable little bum bums.

I finally grew the set of ovaries necessary to start D.I.D. trauma treatment seven months ago. In putting my mental health first, I have had a front row seat to the nasty, the strange, the hilarious, the horrific, the creepy and for the first time, the potential in my life.
To those that are taking the mental health leap or to those that have no idea what the FUCK is going on in your own mind, I can relate. My creepycreatures are here for that. Just yell stuff at them (don't be shy, they are used to it). Order a pillow case with a creature that you like (or hate) and punch the nuts off of it! Just know that someone out there can relate and you aren't alone. The creepycreatures and myself are around and we are just as strange as you. Plus, life is more entertaining when you're able to be yourself without judgement and express the real brain shit through color, inappropriate jokes and (take it from someone who knows) random, public dance outbursts. Let's get weird.