I was raised in the illusion of a house, where the boundary between inside and out was porous-unfinished walls exposed rooms to weather and animals slipping easily into our domestic abode. Born into the back-to-the-land movement in rural Arkansas, I came of age in a landscape that shaped me more than any human hand.

My practice grows from this entanglement of place, identity, and inheritance. As a queer feminist artist, I work across photography, textiles, sculpture, and poetry to build intimate mythologies rooted in the Ozarks-where erosion becomes a metaphor for belonging, and holy stones, fishing lines, and hand-stitched quilts carry the weight of ritual and memory.

Through layered materials and site-responsive forms, I seek to reimagine the rural not as monolith or nostalgia, but as a shifting ground for queer becoming-tender, resistant, and alive with its own ways of knowing.