“I painted the figure’s eyes closed. They were open this morning.”
“The numbers started appearing on my hands.”
“When I made a mistake, something in the room growled.”
“I didn’t paint the extra face in the corner. It painted itself.”
“The air got cold the moment I filled in the last number.”
“I painted the figure’s eyes closed. They were open this morning.”
“The numbers started appearing on my hands.”
“When I made a mistake, something in the room growled.”
“I didn’t paint the extra face in the corner. It painted itself.”
“The air got cold the moment I filled in the last number.”
“I painted the figure’s eyes closed. They were open this morning.”
“The numbers started appearing on my hands.”
“When I made a mistake, something in the room growled.”
“I didn’t paint the extra face in the corner. It painted itself.”
“The air got cold the moment I filled in the last number.”
“I painted the figure’s eyes closed. They were open this morning.”
“The numbers started appearing on my hands.”
“When I made a mistake, something in the room growled.”
“I didn’t paint the extra face in the corner. It painted itself.”
“The air got cold the moment I filled in the last number.”
“I painted the figure’s eyes closed. They were open this morning.”
“The numbers started appearing on my hands.”
“When I made a mistake, something in the room growled.”
“I didn’t paint the extra face in the corner. It painted itself.”
“The air got cold the moment I filled in the last number.”
“I painted the figure’s eyes closed. They were open this morning.”
“The numbers started appearing on my hands.”
“When I made a mistake, something in the room growled.”
“I didn’t paint the extra face in the corner. It painted itself.”
“The air got cold the moment I filled in the last number.”

About

I am not a professional graphic artist, or a professional painter. My grammar and story telling are probably lacking. I do not have a team answering emails or responding on social media. I am just one person doing her best. 
If you find errors please reach out so I can try to fix them. 


I am a mom, a wife, a lover of all things spooky, macabre, and paranormal. I’m the type to keep true crime documentaries in the background while I clean, glitch in the matrix compilation videos on while I work, and ghost haunting playlists before bed... 
or British baking shows, you know the one...


I also have chronic migraines. 
My first migraine was February 2017, and progressed in frequency and severity until one year later, when I was having migraines 25+ migraines a month, many that lasted over 72 hours, and was diagnosed with chronic intractable migraines. I have multiple kinds of headaches and one can trigger the others, as well as the typical environmental and food triggers. I have now (2026) seen over 8 neurologists in the last decade, and I am currently being treated by #9. This is the best quality of life I’ve had in years, but I still have 5-10 migraines a month, in addition to less severe headaches throughout the month.


Anyone with chronic pain that spans years of their life will understand that I had to mourn my hopes, my dreams, and my career ambitions that would never see the light of day. I mourned the “me” that would never come to exist. I mourned the “mom” I could never be, and experiences that I could never share with my child. I mourned the “wife” and “partner” that I can never be for my spouse. I still struggle to accept my new limitations, almost a decade later.


These images and digital files are my way of expressing my pain, my frustration, my mourning, and my loss. It is my attempt to channel those feelings into something beautiful and meaningful to share with the world, and to try to make a quiet, vulnerable, human connection.


If this resonates with you, let’s be friends, and make both our spooky little worlds a bit bigger.

- Vee -