I've always been a seeker—searching for beauty in the broken, meaning in the mess, something solid to hold onto. As an introverted, eccentric kid, I designed my way through a childhood shadowed by a broken home and my mother's terminal illness, transforming thrift store treasures into something beautiful. My first act of alchemy.

At 18, I watched my mother take her last breath. My life fell to its knees. But in that suffering and surrender, I found an deeper devotion to living fully, intentionally, well. My mom left me two gifts—a journal and a Bible—which became the foundation of everything I'd build. They taught me that love—real, radical, relentless love—is the only religion worth practicing.

After her death, I moved to New York and started making jewelry from leather scraps in the Fashion District. Turning trash into treasure, pain into beauty became my meditation, my way back to myself. My mother taught me radical self-acceptance—standing bare and scarred after two mastectomies, still draped in grace. She showed me how to turn battle scars into beauty marks.

Now I handcraft every piece in my Bali studio as an offering: wearable reminders that you are sacred, that your journey matters, that LOVE, especially self-love, is the most powerful source there is. Every piece I make is a prayer. Because love is my religion.