The last couple shots from the hotel with weird thoughts and never fully explain anything.
Is there any way I can make money lounging around in cute lingerie, eating snacks and watching movies?
This photo is only good in black and white.
2025-07-30 14:00:04 +0000 UTC
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(Please note this week includes a total of 5 masks, there were a couple that were taken out of the mix but I've left all the masks with their original numbering to keep things straight on the back end.)
Mask25
Working Title: The Quiet Parade
Description: A diagonal cascade of sequins and beaded vines dives this mask like a path--soft pink petals bloom across one side while the other remains calm, almost solem. With a forehead of tufted faux fur a...
A little more of things from the hotel from a couple weeks ago. 
Good booty and I like the shape my body has in this pose. 
I like this pose. 
Round lil pumpkin. 2025-07-23 14:00:05 +0000 UTC
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Mask20
Working Title: The Electric Hermit
Description: Coiled in dark forest greens with lightning-bring neon tracing its contours, this mask hums with a strange internal charge. Pom-poms sit like oversized earmuffs, muffling the noise of the outside world, while a fringe of glowing tendrils spills downward like a protective cloak. It is a face of retreat and radical preservation--of someone who's found safety in the shadow but never stopped glowing.
This is normally what happens when I shoot and have an assistant helping. Pizza, diet cokes and music. Luckily the record left in our room at Check In was Michael Jackson's Thriller. We also found Songs from Hawaii and Broken Social Scene in the vinyl library. The person I was with had never heard Broken Social Scene before - what a treat!
2025-07-20 01:00:02 +0000 UTC
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I'm currently very into good PJ looks:
And my new steam curlers: 
Thinking about doing this to my hair: (What do we think?)
The streak will be blonde at first, I'm thinking I want it more "under" than fully on ...
Dear Self,
Look at you.
Standing in the centre of your own room.
Wearing red. Laughing with your whole face.
Being too much on purpose.
There were years you tried to shrink —
your voice, your body, your grief, your joy.
You tried being palatable.
You tried playing nice.
You tried disappearing behind versions of yourself that were easier to love.
But here you are now. Unapologetic. Electric. Whole.
So today, I vow:
I w...
2025-07-16 14:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post
Mask15
Working Title: Burning from the Inside Out
Description: This mask pulses with heat. A raw centre flares upward--fur like a flame, sequins like heat distortion, threads like a warning flare. It wears its stress like war paint. This is the face of sustained alertness, of adrenaline as a lifestyle, of the nervous system permanently locked in defense.
Verse:
"My body memorized the fire
even after the threat was gone.
Eve...
Welcome to Animal Magnetism—a one-woman zoo where trauma wears push-up bras and plastic party hats.
Each image is a middle-aged, fat, disabled, queer woman serving you bedtime absurdity with a side of existential dread. Shot in my self-imposed quarantine (aka bedroom asylum), I play dress-up in children’s birthday hats shaped like animals—because nothing says "healing" like a tiger head and tits out.
The project is equal parts reclamation and middle...
2025-07-12 16:00:09 +0000 UTC View Post
Mask10
Working Title: The Veil Between
Description: Cloaked in draped fringe like ceremonial hair or a mourning shroud, this mask feels suspended between softness and sorrow. One eye spirals inward while the other gazes outward--witness and mystery. It holds the frief of becoming, layered with beauty, burden and cycles that never quite close.
Verse:
" A curtain of silver and dusk,
I stood between the worlds.
Too visible to ...
Again, simply going through these with notes. I don't "love" any of them. I brought this dress and was so excited to experiment with it but as I've been losing weight I guess this got too big and I didn't realize. Note to self, try everything on beforehand.
ABOVE:
I love how you can see the spark reflection on the wall. 
Meh
2025-07-05 16:00:10 +0000 UTC
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Mask05
Working Title: Ember Bloom
Description: A blaze of colour wrapped in curls and coils, erupting in florals. This mask doesn't hide -- it announces.
Verse:
"I curled in on myself
until the spark caught.
Now I burn
in velvet bloom."
Mask06
Working Title: Emergence
Description: Soft and otherworldly, t...
I dunno....there's so many I don't want to bother you guys. I don't know how to showcase these through the project. Ideas? Suggestions?
2025-06-29 20:58:52 +0000 UTC View Post
I had a dream that left a mark.
In it, I was a daughter in a family of witches—three siblings ruled by a cruel and controlling mother. She demanded absolute obedience, drained us of joy, and turned our old cottage in the woods into a silent dictatorship. Eventually, we could take no more. Each of us began crafting magical tools in secret, preparing to fight for our freedom.
I was discovered first. Killed instantly. But that wasn’t the end.
In death, I became a ghost—no...
2025-06-29 20:56:39 +0000 UTC View Post
Mask04
Working title: Battlepink
Description: Regal and raw. The pink tufts scream softness while the texture below says: I've survived.
Verse:
"I wore pink
like armour.
This isn't pretty --
it's warpaint."
Mask03
Working Title: Quiet Bloom
Description: Ringlets rise like petals curled in defense. A blooming silence presses beneath stitched restraint.
Verse:
"My voice was a garden
trimmed down to hush.
This bloom learned
how to whisper."
Mask02
Working Title: Echo Sentinel
Description: A solemn mask draped in metallic fringe and quiet tons. It watches the fault lines and listens for the next wave.
Verse:
"I stood where silence
folded over sound--
and waited
braided in the stillness."
This is probably going to be an "odd" post especially since I'm classically terrible and choosing one "winning" image when I shoot but I'm going to walk you through my thoughts as I look back through some of the photos taken when I shot at the hotel.
ABOVE: (Photo01)
I enjoy that I'm standing over the light, almost like a have a shining aura about me.
I like that this is a simple photo, head on, no hiding.
I like that there is a honest realness to the hotel room - my bag on...
Mask01
Working Title: Seismic Veil
Description: Bands of vibrant texture spiral outward like soundwaves. The fringe below shimmers like aftershock tremors - loud but silent.
Verse:
"I wore the noise
so it couldn't wear me,
I shimmered my silence
in electric yellow."
I've started to organize this project (although I'm still making masks ). I have 45 currently but some I'm not happy with so I'm making more to filte...
2025-06-24 16:00:22 +0000 UTC View Post
I keep waiting to feel better.
It's been months. Of therapy. Of healing work. Of letting go of the life I thought I needed. And still, there are days where I wake up and I can’t—can’t start the course, can’t pick up the camera, can’t find the thread that makes me feel like me.
I thought once I understood what was happening to me—autism, ADHD, burnout, trauma—that clarity would bring momentum. Instead, I feel like I’m standing in the rubble of a se...
2025-06-24 13:48:32 +0000 UTC View Post
Project Summary
This project began as a commitment to creating a self-portrait each day of transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) treatment. As the process unfolded, it transformed into something more visceral: a daily ritual of making a mask after each session. These masks—handcrafted from paper and adorned with yarn, wool, beads, fabric, and other tactile materials—serve as raw reflections of the emotional residue left by treatment. Each mask captures a fleeting ...
2025-06-16 14:00:10 +0000 UTC View PostLately:
I bought this peony 4 years ago, this week it finally bloomed. 
New air conditioner at night.
BBQ fit
I made my first t...
Everything feels so weird getting back into shooting. Yesterday was a good day but I was at a hotel that I've shot at before - I didn't have good light, there was a baseball tournament of young boys so there was NO chance at opening the windows.....not to mention noise all the time. There internet was acting as if it was on it's last legs the entire time so even though I was editing as I shot with the intention to upload things in "real time" it didn't work.
But - I SHOT.
What...
I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while because it’s something I think many of us go through — and it feels honest to share where I’m at right now with it.
Lately, I’ve been carrying what I can only describe as a strange kind of block around photography.
The thing is — photography is all I want to do. I have so many ideas, so many shoots I want to try, so many pieces I want to create.
But every time I try to move toward actually making those images, m...
To help your body and nervous system transition from travel / stress / fight-flight into presence / agency / creative readiness.
Sometimes, even when I want to create more than anything, my body holds back. The deeper I go in my healing, the more I realize that photography—especially self-portrait work—isn’t just making images. It’s about showing up in my softness, in my truth, and being seen. That can be vulnerable. So I’m learning to meet that proces...
2025-06-06 19:29:12 +0000 UTC View Post
Dear Self,
We’re standing in the hallway between who we were and who we might be.
And it’s a mess.
Nothing is clear yet.
You’re trying so hard to understand—your past, your patterns, the ache you carry like breath.
But every time you name something, five more questions rise in its place.
It’s exhausting.
You are angry.
You are hurt.
You are so tired of being strong, and even more tired of pretending you're not breaking.
And yet—here you are. ...
I had a dream, and in it, I saw my 20s through the lens of my autism. For the first time in my life, I felt the full truth:
I was terrified.
I never understood what was happening.
I was constantly trying to keep up, to act normal, to not get swallowed by the fear.
I thought that was just life—but now I know, that was trauma. That was survival. That was me, utterly alone in a world that never saw me.
I was masking so deeply that even I didn’t know how l...
Artist Statement Why Don’t You Marry Yourself? is a visual love letter to the self. It reclaims the language of weddings—dresses, vows, veils—not in celebration of romantic partnership, but of healing. Born from a dismissal of my desire for commitment, this series became a ceremony for my own becoming.
Each portrait is a vow made in real time, to the version of me that stood in that place. Together, they form a record of choosing myself—over and over—not in sp...
2025-05-30 14:00:09 +0000 UTC View Post
While I was at my "rock bottom" I was with someone. At the time he didn't get it, and maybe I didn't either but I was specifically looking for safety and protection. Those are the two things that to this day keep coming up in my therapy sessions as the things I chase.
The things I've never had.
I grew up with an alcoholic father who, while I wasn't diagnosed - I feel knew that I was "off". Or, maybe he just thought he was getting everything he wanted or doing everything right ...
