about me

I was born in San José, California and ended up in Louisiana at six years old — a summer visit that turned into a life. I spent years waiting to leave, counting down to 18, convinced home was somewhere else. It took a long time to understand that the distance I felt wasn't geographic.

I grew up Jehovah's Witness, isolated, curious, neurodivergent in ways nobody named, carrying identities — Black, queer, woman, nerd — that I had no language for yet. Art found me before I found myself. A poetry class in 5th grade. A teacher in 7th grade who read my writing and asked if I was okay — and in asking, made me decide I wanted to live. A drama coach in high school who taught me to stand up straight, hold the line, stay present. These people handed me something before I knew what it was.

I made it to New Orleans on a Brave New Voices tryout, a phone call to the wrong number, and my Uncle Lamont who drove me four hours and back because he believed I had something to say. I've been here ever since. I built a life out of community, poetry, live painting, murals, workshops, and the slow, hard work of learning how to be honest — with other people and with myself.

My art has always been how I connect across difference. Not because it's easy but because it's the truest thing I know how to do. I'm neurodivergent. I work from design justice principles and EDI frameworks not as add-ons but as the foundation. I am not an expert and I don't perform certainty I don't have. What I bring is curiosity, deep attention, a love of the literary word, and a genuine commitment to co-creating with the people in front of me.

I paint murals, draw portraits, make illustrations and logos — and I do it all in conversation with my clients and with my wife and collaborator, Tiara Raven Marie Clover, whose work in facilitation, death doula practice, and ancestral care shapes everything we build together under Clover Care.

I'm still becoming. That's the whole point.

Based in New Orleans. Working everywhere.