Let’s just be real, I’m not going to write this in pretend third person.

I’m just a weird girl from a small southern town. I’ve run from who I am for so long that it is only by failing at the fake versions that I’m finally free to be who I always was. The little girl decorating a pile of dirt and sticks into “how I want my house to look one day” - always transporting, imagining, seeing what could be. I did not come from a wealthy family, but I came from one that was rich in love and spirit. We had one original from goodwill, and one print from a southern market that stood in my childhood doorway(s)- both of which we deemed to have profound meaning and encouraged us every time we walked out the door into the world.

My work is a call home, a plea for people to open their hearts and ask the bigger more important questions. Or to feel that they aren’t alone even just for a second. Or to smile and laugh. or to wonder about God. or to feel a childhood memory. or to encourage them to pick up their own metaphorical brush. or to look up from their phones. or to be at peace with the unknown. We spend so much time consuming shallow content. It’s only right that we throw in something real, something hand made, something honest.

My style? Truth. Redemption. Hope. and a Little Neon.

I believe every person is made in the image of God, the ultimate works of art. If I have one wish for my life’s work: that it would provoke people of all backgrounds, generations, and circumstances - to see the art of who they are in God’s image.

Thank you to every collector near and far. I hope that the freedom my art has ignited in me will trickle over into your heart and your space.

Izzy