I moved to LA after high school to attend art school (just a small-town girl kind of thing). After graduating, I spent a few years working up close with iconic works of art—Monet, Van Gogh, Dalí, Pollock—learning from the masters in the most literal way. Eventually, I packed everything I owned (including my dog) into my car and headed north to Oregon, chasing a new kind of creative life.

In 2020, while some people baked sourdough or started a podcast no one asked for, I stared at stock market charts and thought, “This could really use some emotional damage.” So I grabbed my tablet and started drawing over them. Thus began my side hustle as the one and only Stoxart (google it).

By day (and often night), I’m a visual storyteller with a background in graphic and conceptual design, traditional art (like Picasso), and though I’m not sure if “futurist” is an official title, I’ll take it. I spent a good number of years at Nike translating dense insights into compelling visuals, leading internal campaigns, product strategy decks, and data visualizations that didn’t feel like punishment.

I pick up new tools fast, especially if they save time and brain cells. I love AI. It’s a third eye and a superpower, and I’m honestly just glad to be alive to use it. It’s my partner in art. Without it, it’d take me years to explain to my husband why I’m suddenly up at 2 a.m. sketching an idea on my iPad—only for him to still not get what it is.

AI has become one of my sharpest tools. It matches the speed and dimensionality of my thinking, helping me prototype, visualize, and communicate ideas that used to keep me up at night. Now we have a baby who does that. She’s five months old (as of this update), and she and her six-year-old sister are my joy and my muse.

Most days, I’m juggling motherhood, midnight ideas, and figuring out if that scribble on my iPad is genius or just sleep deprivation.