i like pretty things. i find them useful. i like what they do.

the way a single object can shift a room.

the way ritual can reclaim your day.

the way a perfectly fit garment changes your walk. 

the way art - when it’s personal, when it’s placed with intention - can anchor you in the middle of a storm.

when everything’s out of control, i don’t find power in reinvention. i find it in ritual. in small, sacred choices. in practices. in beauty i created for myself, even when everything else felt out of reach.

design, for me, isn’t surface-level. It’s survival.

ritual isn’t routine - it’s resistance.

and art? art is how I put the pieces back together.

aesthetics are overrated. 

but feeling? 

you truest, individual, sensorial journey?  

it’s about how you choose to show up - in you, in your space, in your skin, in your story.

and yes, it gets to be beautiful.