About Kerrie

I paint because words are too tidy. Life isn’t. It’s layered, textured, messy, bold, quiet, loud—and so is my art.

For years, I tucked parts of myself away—busy with life, family, doing all the things that make a good story but leave little room for your own pages. And then one day, I picked up a brush again, not to make anything perfect, but to remember who I was underneath it all.

Now, I paint to feel alive. I chase color the way some people chase sunsets—bold greens, moody blues, colors that shout and whisper at the same time. Texture is my favorite language. I build it up, tear it down, let it surprise me. I never know exactly where a piece is going, and honestly, that’s the magic.

My hope? That someone stands in front of my art and thinks, “Yes. That’s me. I feel that.” I want my work to wrap around people like a good story or a favorite song—to say, “You’re not alone.”

This isn’t just painting for me. It’s becoming. It’s freedom. It’s finally letting my true self take up space—loud, soft, brave, and beautifully imperfect.