My real life began in 2014, when I hit rock bottom and gave up on myself. I owe my survival to Professor Sam Harmer, who sat with me in my darkest moments before his own passing, and to my husband, Mark Galaviz, who drove me to my first therapy session—and every one since.

I am drawn to liminal spaces, those unsettling in-between moments where transformation happens. These spaces exist between past and future, certainty and uncertainty, comfort and fear. In both life and art, I believe that true growth happens in discomfort. I embrace surrealism because it allows me to explore emotions and experiences beyond words, capturing the tension of being caught between who we were and who we are becoming.

In 2019, I nearly died due to a surgery gone wrong. Lying on what I thought was my deathbed, I realized my only regret was not pursuing my art career seriously. That moment changed everything. Art is not just something I create—it is how I relate to others, build relationships, and help others heal. Now, I use my work to support organizations like the International Foundation for Gastrointestinal Disorders, helping people who feel isolated find connection.

Each painting I create is an invitation to sit in discomfort, to embrace the uncertainty of liminal spaces, and to find meaning in the surreal. My work is for those navigating their own in-between moments, reminding them that they are never truly alone.