Some stories are older than we are. They live in the part of us that still pauses at the edge of the forest.

This strand of my work draws on folklore, fairy tale, and Jungian psychology — the shadow self, the threshold moment, the encounter with what we'd rather not see. Red Riding Hood stops on the path not because she's lost, but because something in the darkness looks familiar.

Rich in botanical detail, atmospheric depth, and deliberate darkness, these illustrations are for the stories that don't resolve neatly — and aren't meant to