2006 - 2019 Archive

This archive holds only a fraction of what I have made since my adolescence, from paintings, patterns, photography, wedding invitations, jewelry, and digital experiments, websites to furniture, tools, and, yes, even the dining table holding some of it.

Much of my commercial work lived under a few different names. This archive gathers my earlier explorations spanning long ago, in texture, pattern, textile, color, and surface design, the visual language that eventually grew into the work I make now.

In 2014, I began exploring how traditional and digital art could exist within the same visual language. I wanted the texture, irregularity, and emotion of handmade work to survive the digital process rather than disappear inside it. By 2017, that exploration had grown into Belliaroze, a formal brand built around texture, pattern, color, and surface design. I have done commercial work under several brand identities and pseudonyms working with larger corporate companies.

Here is a small fraction exampling the myriad of things I have made, most of it in my younger years from 2006 to 2019, with the exception of the 2 most recent children of course. 😉

This archive is not only a record of the things I made. Between the paintings, invitations, patterns, jewelry, furniture, and digital experiments, I was also writing. Much of the philosophy I share now was being formed quietly inside those years, long before I gave it a structure or a name. I remember living in the projects with my newborn son, breastfeeding him at the table while cutting wedding invitations by hand just to get enough money for the diapers. There was no clean division between survival, motherhood, work, art, and thought. They were all happening in the same room, often at the same time. I learned to create without waiting for ideal conditions, to notice meaning while life was still unfolding, and to build beauty in places where people might assume nothing beautiful was being made.

The work changed form over the years, but the instinct beneath it never did.