Introductions
A first look will catch the height, the ginger hair, the freckles scattered across skin made for wandering hands. You will see the curves, my emerald eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, and the way I move like I know the best seat in any room. But it is not the first look that gets you. It is the way I stay. The way your hands remember before your mouth figures out the right thing to say.
I grew up in Chicago. I still spend my time wandering the neighborhoods, getting lost in bookstores, catching live shows, or being creative in and out of the studio. I like museum days that turn into slow dinners, rooftop nights trying new food, and quiet mornings with strong coffee and no plans.
Currently with a B.S. in Psychology pursuing a Clinical Masters, I consider myself an inquistor of the strangest parts of the brain. I am not interested in small talk or pretending to be less than I am. I like real conversations, real curiosity, real connection. Something worth staying lost in.
This is an open door, welcoming all bodies, all genders, all the beautiful weirdos.
So if you’ve made it this far, don’t get shy on me now.
Hobbies
When I am not working with people to reconnect to their bodies and instincts, I stay close to the things that keep mine alive. Film, paint, language, and the quiet pull of a well-built world, whether on screen, canvas, or in code.
I have always been drawn to stories in every form. Some nights that means sinking into a sticky theater seat at the Music Box, watching a director push the edge of what film can do. Other nights, it is a basement show where the sound is blown out but the feeling is sharp and immediate. Or sitting at the Joffrey, watching bodies move in a way that speaks louder than words. I am just as moved by a perfect line of dialogue as I am by a cheap zine found at a street fair or a half-finished piece hanging in a gallery that still manages to stop me in my tracks.
I write to stay honest. I paint when words fall short. My work leans surreal, bright, strange, and a little unruly. The kind of art that gets under your skin before you know how to name it. It is how I make sense of emotion, memory, and desire. The pieces do not always explain themselves and that is the point.
That same attention follows me into how I think about the world. I care deeply about the systems that shape us. Labor rights, public health, the policies that decide who gets protected and who gets forgotten. My politics are woven into my art, my relationships, and my sense of what is worth holding onto.
When I need to unwind, I turn to games. Sometimes it is about slipping into another world and playing with possibility. Other times it is just about the rhythm of it—solving puzzles, learning mechanics, or building something for the pleasure of watching it come to life. Whether it is a fast-paced shooter, a soft exploration game, or something cozy and quiet, it gives me a break from thinking in words and lets me create in a different way.
Everything I do comes from the same place. Curiosity, connection, and a need to understand and be understood. Whether it is a conversation, a painting, or a night out at an arthouse double feature. If it is real, I want to be there.
Tall and Curvy
Standing 5'11 with presence to match.
Dress size 18. Bra size 36DD.
Soft, strong, and impossible to miss.
Movies
Sci Fi for the questions, Horror for the release
Music
Alternative for the rage, RnB for the healing.
Books
History, Psychology, Poetry, and the kind of Comics that surprise you
Dates
Parks for people-watching, Museums for quiet wonder, Fine Dining when the night calls for silk and slowness
Art
Surrealism for what cannot be said, Cubism for what must be broken to be seen
Quick Look
Statuesque ginger and city babe.
Art imitates Me.