About

Born in Sindelfingen, German, an only child to two military parents returning back to the states. I grew up in Florissant, MO, with a well rounded foundation, space and time to retreat. Having a healthy foundation, a routine and outlandish sprouts of freedom or otherworldly amusement became a canon for my mental.

As a college student I struggled with ideas of privilege and chance, graduating with a confused feeling of worth. As an adult I’m crippled with ideas of meaning, purpose, reality, adventuring into the world as an escape, my art use to be the escape. I graduated from KCAI with a BFA in ceramics and went straight into the workforce, learning as I went from job to job. I picked a majority of jobs that would allow me to work machinery and could teach me processes I didn’t have access to like industrial printers, forklifts, the streetcar, CNC mills and diesel technology being more current. Other jobs took me out of my social comfort zone but empowered me like security at the theater and dealing cards at the casino, bringing math back into my life. For long stretches I wasn’t doing art though, dance and volunteering was my only outlet with the exhaustion of work.

My aptitude for art is certainly inherent and I know what to do with my hands to create what is not. During and right after the pandemic I made countless trips to a space thankfully giving to me at my friend’s studio to produce the work closest to my state of being. The studio was 45mins away but having a space where I could create without judgment and with peace, it overwhelmed me with a need to give back so others could do the same. 

For several years I collected items for the Queer POC sculptural center of my dreams, a conveyor belt, tables, art supplies, machines, etc. Of the things I’ve wanted to do with my life, build a sculpture garden, own a house, share my knowledge, travel, I felt this communal space could tie it all together. It would be my way of regaining that foundation in life under the name Queerly Motivated.

My first attempt of a physical space fell through, I was overworking myself yet again and had displaced hope in my slum lord. I couldn’t let go of this 1st attempt soon enough and dropped into a state of homelessness when my apt. raised rent by $400. Everything went into storage form everything I collected for the communal space and my personal items, as I couch hopped among friends. Notice I said homelessness not jobless. A tortured experience but a learning curve nonetheless, ownership and community is key, it’ll come.

In less than a year I positively changed my career from casino dealer to Streetcar operator and trainer. Acquired a one bedroom in the Northeast to lessen the strain of a two bedroom and solidify a continuation of my goals. Went to a tech school to certify as a Diesel Mechanic. I was hired at that same institute as a Diesel Mechanic Instructor Assistant and in 6 months I’ll be a lead instructor.