Born and raised in the mountains of north New Jersey, I spent my life surrounded by woods yet always in the shadow of New York City. I was never the child who always knew they wanted to be an artist. I wasn't even the child who always had their nose in a book. I was the child sitting with her father watching Mythbusters, Dirty Jobs, and documentaries on Discovery and Mysteries of the Museum, How the Earth Was Made, and The Universe on the History Channel. I was infinitely more interested in how things work and the science of it all, than the pretty things around me. But while I had an unsated need to know everything, I did not posess the ability to work with math and numbers to get to the stars or write formulas and equations. 

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Somehow, somewhere along my road, I figured out that I wasn't so bad at taking photos of things. So I went to college, took more photos of things, and figured out that I wasn't so bad at drawing things. I took more drawing classes at Parsons, and declared myself under the Illustration major instead of Photography like I always planned.

 

All the way through my three years in the program, I constantly struggled with the "Well what do you want to do with this degree?" of it all. Designer? Animator? Freelancer? Concept Artist? Children's book illustrator? Then I figured out, hey? Why not do  it all! I love doing so many different things, why limit myself?