So. Kid is growing up in the South West*, surfing waves and shit. Doing her thing.. Kid gets kidnapped for a business trip to a teeny tiny country in Europe called Denmark. Plan: stay for 3 months then go back home and defrost. Simple right? No. Here’s the funny part. I’m still living here. Freezing my ass off. And I’ve been doing so for about 10 years.
So. Plan B; Save up a hell of a lot of money. Buy plane tickets. Kidnap loved ones. Go home. Then conquer the world with love and art.

Meanwhile…

I’m trying to live life to the fullest every day. This is my new Plan A. Who knows if something get’s in the way of Plan B? Like uhm, let’s say.. death? Life is what happens while you’re making plans. So I experiment. I play. I live and breathe for art. And I love my loved ones while I’m able to. One of my favorite things to do is  have a creative rush. Disappear into music. Go batshit with my camera. Paint with my heart. Have never-forgotton midnight conversations with inspiring people. Read philosophy. Become poetry.
Art should be swallowed by the senses and digested with the soul.

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”

-Picasso

On a more technical level

I am a 20-something mother with a sense of humor as black as I take my coffee. I share my creative space with Kevin and our daughter Willow Ava -soon to become a big sister. We recently lost our two pups.  I tend to spice my verbal expression with a healthy dose of irony and sarcasm. It’s my way of being positive and optimistic. I’m wildly spontaneous and a calculating neurotic. I’m a chameleon. The left and right side of my brain are at constant battle. I try my best to unite them. I am an agnostic. I consider Homo sapiens and other animal species equal. I’m multiracial, multicultural and multilingual. I consider the world my home and I want to experience as much of it as I can.

*California, Colorado, New Mexico

I do love secret notes..