I’m Eva — artist, letterer, 2e autistic, and someone who has been making things my whole life as a way of making sense of the world.
I grew up with a narcissistic parent, which meant learning to doubt my own voice, over-explain everything, and carry tension in my body like I was always bracing for impact. I rehearsed conversations in my head. I second-guessed my own reactions. I was told I was too much — and for a long time, I believed it.
What I’ve figured out since: that wasn’t a me problem. The problem was that the spaces I was trying to fit into were built for someone else — someone quieter, more contained, less feeling. I stopped trying to fit and started making spaces of my own.
Art is how I do that. Painting, lettering, journalling through the complicated feelings — making things started as a way to survive the noise, and slowly became the way I actually heal it. I’m not running from the hard parts anymore. I’m making something out of them.
Being 2e means I feel everything at full volume — and I’ve stopped trying to turn it down.
When I make something with my hands — whether that’s a painting, a lettered piece, a journal page — I’m also quietly reshaping something inside. The making changes the room I’m in. It changes what I’m capable of thinking. It’s the most direct route I’ve found to feeling like myself.
If you’re someone who feels deeply, makes things to stay sane, and is tired of shrinking to fit — you’re in the right place. Let’s make space for all the parts of ourselves together — one journal entry, one handmade thing, one small act of creation at a time.
Browse my shop for art and lettering pieces that bring hope and optimism into your home, or dive into one of my free journaling courses to start finding your own voice on the page.
