The first self-portrait I ever did was a drawing of two flowers in a yellow vase.

Until I was nine years old, I believed my freckles were fairy dust.

I want to find the words that will heal the world.

Life without art is unimaginable.

I once threw red petals off a bridge in Ljubljana with a French couple.

Coffee is the sun to my day.

I will watch one hundred documentaries before I endure a single rom-com.

I have a book in which I write down every book that I read.

My favorite thing about rainy days is puddle-hopping (and my worst thing is the wet socks that inevitably accompany this activity).

I carry the world in my heart, and I’m learning to share my heart with the world.

(Also, I never know what to say in these “About Me” sections)

Where have I left a trail of glitter?

My heart beats for Artbeat, but I stumble and I tumble, and I try to chronicle everything.