Art has always been a form of rebellion. But for me, rebellion lives in nuance: in a gaze, a curve, a smirk that refuses to be tamed. That’s why I paint women who don’t behave. Women who take up space, own their pleasure, and dare to be too much.
I paint brats, and I do it on purpose.

There’s a reason the figures in my work often embody that archetype. She’s not a caricature or a cliché. She’s the untamed voice that says what you’re afraid to.

The brat is a manifestation of dark femininity; not in opposition to softness, but as a necessary counterbalance. She's about power through vulnerability, command through contradiction.

I’m not interested in polished perfection. My art is driven by new sincerity, the kind that embraces emotional messiness, erotic friction, and psychological depth. These women aren't here to be liked. They're here to be seen.

They challenge the viewer to confront their discomfort:

• Why does a woman owning her desire make you uneasy?
• What does her gaze demand from you?
• What part of yourself does she wake up?

In a culture that sanitizes everything, my brush becomes a weapon of reclamation. Erotic art, especially when painted by women for women, is subversive. It’s not about shock.....it's about honesty.

Each painting is a conversation between the body, the brush, and the unsaid. And sometimes, that conversation looks a lot like a bratty smirk.