Feral by nature, fueled by caffeine and chaos, I create from a little corner of the Minnesota woods — usually half-dressed, fully unbothered, and covered in paint.

I live surrounded by trees, mud, and way too many half-finished projects. My coffee’s always cold, my feet are always dirty, and there’s probably paint on my thighs and clay under my nails.

Messy Feral Art is my corner of the internet where creativity and exhibitionism overlap — part studio, part self-portrait, part thirst trap. I paint, sculpt, photograph my ass (artistically, obviously), and occasionally overshare.

I got tired of hiding the messy parts of creativity (and myself). I like the mix of sensual and sincere, the kind of art that’s beautiful because it’s real, not because it’s polished.

This is me, mostly unfiltered.