Welcome, Artist.

I’m Faye.

I was raised in a house where beauty was innate. Walls lined with giant paintings of poppies and ballerinas my mom did in art school. Cheeky illustrations from designers my dad worked with (One of a man lying on a bed of nails, a stack of books on his belly, an elephant hovering over him, “Of course, pressures vary from time to time.”) Vintage photographs. Trinkets tucked into corners. Geometric Betty Cooke jewelry on my mother’s hands. Everything was on purpose. At least that’s how it felt.

Both of my parents are graphic designers, so, before I had language for it, I was studying art and design. Noticing how the atmosphere shifted from room to room. Basking in the nuances of feeling in carefully curated nooks.

As I grew up, what held my attention most was the architecture of this beauty — the contours, space, and movement that make it all breathe. The choices that make it feel alive. Lived in. Ours. Home.

I carried that curiosity into art, writing, movement — into the way I share with the world.

It took me a decade of shapeshifting in public to understand that my unending curiosity — this burning desire to learn, create, express, and connect — is my quest for meaning in the monstrous mystery.

How shocking it was to realize… oh, this never ends.

So I committed to my curiosity. Tethered myself to the invisible aura — this thing that pings the gut and makes us feel things, want things, change ourselves to experience them. This ever-present, prismatic whisper that, when we listen, is the only map we need.

I'm interested in that space. The tension of the shift. The liminal. The mystery.

I’m interested in the way desire shapes our becoming.

That's what I'm exploring here.

Welcome <3