The creations I paint have tormented me since the earliest days of childhood. It simply wasn’t enough to allow the brush to flow from my fingertips to create what I see. The difficulty of transferring raw emotion and experience to paper has fueled my lifelong crusade to perfect that translation of mind to matter. It is my familiarity with the obscure and the unsettling, that of loveliness and grace, that drew me to work with human blood. It is my ability to see true beauty where most see horror.

 
I began painting in my early teenage years, obsessing over occult scripts signed in blood, and the ancient and oftentimes anonymous works of art done in the same. I was blessed and cursed with a mind that never ceases creating. This aspect of my being lends to my fascination in art and my need to transfer what I see onto paper. The quality of my art has evolved dramatically since working in blood, graduating from scribbles and stains to mastery of one of the most challenging artistic mediums.

Nothing I found is closer to the heart than blood itself, so to tame such a material into pure sophistication is the true power of femininity. To paint in blood is to take your own element and seal it for eternity—it is immortality through art, and in my work, I aim to portray that eloquence of nature. It is to frame what most deem grotesque in the name of art.