I grew up in California in the 80s and landed in foster care as a teenager. After about a year I packed up and set out, eventually landing in Portland, Oregon with a free-spirited uncle.
In the 90s I worked as a pub and catering cook until chronic pain made it impossible. I switched to print production and design, loving the work, while my health got worse. I lived dissociated from my own body, in survival mode behind a garish and grotesque mask of okay-ness, while my body cracked and my spirit shriveled.
In 2020, after decades of illness and chaos, I was diagnosed with Ankylosing Spondylitis.
I am broken, medicated, exhausted, imaginative, and hopeful. I manage chronic life with the therapeutic effects of art & literature, and the Pacific Ocean.
