I’m the designer who wakes up with oil paint on her fingers and Premiere open at dawn-old-school fine art meets bleeding-edge Adobe, and I don’t blink when AI knocks. I’ve painted murals for cops and cancer wards, filmed federal campaigns on one lens, built sales and marketing campaigns that sell six-point-five-million-dollar loft projects, and still hand-mixed pigments, and built book covers like it’s 1895. Art history’s my spine, RapidWeaver my fingers, After Effects my tongue-brushstrokes today, motion graphics tomorrow, same fearless heartbeat. Remote from a porch that once held a dog, now ruled by a cat called Raven who judges every render. Give me the brief; I’ll deliver the wow-traditional, digital, AI-assisted, or oil paint-smeared. Nothing scares me except boring.With a valedictorian brain from Toronto and Niagara, I’ve led sets at CBC, art-directed hospital therapy programs that turned IV poles into paint brushes, raised twenty thousand dollars for families, and painted boots for street kids. Book-writing, podcast-co-hosting, election-night reels, Rumble premieres-I’ve never met a medium I didn’t master, and I don’t do half-done. Whether you’re a luxury condo begging for a 360-tour or a policy wonk who needs memes that meme back, I drop the file before you drop the call. Brave? I co-authored a supernatural memoir with my life partner. Every remote project gains a pulse with quantum speed.
