ONLY 3 DAYS LEFT. I was up way too early this morning, clicking away at my keyboard, when Deni rolled over half asleep and joked, "I thought you were done with your book." He genuinely didn't think I was still working on it. Joke's on him, because I wasn't just tweaking something small. I was adding a whole new chapter. It actually started as a simple thank you page. I sat down to write a few lines of gratitude and it got a little out of hand. It turned emotional, and before I knew it, it had become its own full chapter. So the book you'll be getting now has even more pages and even more of my story than I originally planned to share. I genuinely cannot believe we are here with only three days left. There are only 2 Color Me Surviving rewards left, and once they're gone, that's it. At $200, this reward gets you the physical book, the PDF, a personalized signature from me, and a 1 of 1 full page, full color original sketch drawn by me, done directly inside your physical copy. That means the artwork on that page exists nowhere else, not in the printed run, not digitally, just in your book. Only 10 of these were ever offered, and we're down to the final 2. And now we have another huge stretch goal to chase, $5,000. If we hit it, I'll be adding a limited 11x17 signed poster and a 12 pack of exclusive trading cards, both featuring my original artwork. I never thought $5,000 was even remotely realistic when this campaign started. But the last two days have been absolutely insane, and for the first time I actually believe we can get there. Three days left. Let's see how far we can take this. ❤️

WE DID IT. THE BOOK IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED AS A HARD COVER. I honestly don't even know what to say right now. After all the work, all the late nights, all the stress, all the wondering if this project would actually come together, we crossed the finish line. The Art of Surviving is officially getting the hardcover treatment. This started as an idea that lived in my head and slowly became something real. A book filled with my artwork, my story, the things I've created, the things I've survived, and so much of the journey that brought me here. And now I'm going to be able to hold it in my hands as a hardcover book. I cannot thank everyone who backed this Kickstarter, shared it, talked about it, encouraged me, or believed in this project enough to help make it happen. YOU DID THIS. Thank you for helping turn something incredibly personal to me into something I can actually put on a shelf and say, I made this. WE. DID. IT. THE ART OF SURVIVING IS GOING TO BE A HARD COVER BOOK.

One week. That’s it. One week left on my Kickstarter, and we are only $425 away from upgrading The Art of Surviving to a hardcover book. When I started this project, I honestly wasn’t sure if I would ever see it become a real, physical book. This isn’t just a collection of artwork to me. It’s pieces of my life, my story, the things I’ve survived, the things I’ve lost, and the parts of myself I found again through creating. And now we are THIS close to making the finished book even more special. If you’ve already backed it, shared it, commented, or even just followed along with this whole crazy journey, thank you. Truly. If you’ve been waiting, this is the final week. If you know someone who might want to own a copy, I would be incredibly grateful if you shared this with them. $425 to hardcover. One week to get there. I would absolutely love to cross that finish line with you. kickstarter.com/projects/kat…

We are less than $500 away from hard covers. Ten days. That’s all that’s left. When I started this Kickstarter, I honestly wasn’t sure if enough people would care about my story to make this book happen. This book is incredibly personal to me. It’s my art, but it’s also the story of everything that happened behind that art. The parts of my life I don’t always talk about, the health battles, the setbacks, the chaos, and somehow finding my way back to creating. Now the book is finished. It’s ready to go to print. And we are so close to making it a hardcover. If you’ve been waiting to back it, share it, or send it to someone who might connect with it, these next 10 days genuinely matter. Every pledge and every share gets us closer. Less than $500. Ten days. I would absolutely love to see this book become a hardcover. kickstarter.com/projects/kat…

kickstarter.com/projects/kat… We are SO CLOSE! My Kickstarter is only $110 away from our second stretch goal, and we’re already 60% of the way to unlocking hardcover books! And because all of your support has motivated me like crazy, I just added a WHOLE NEW CHAPTER to the book. What started as an art book has grown into something so much more personal and meaningful than I originally planned. If you haven’t backed the Kickstarter yet, I genuinely want to know what’s stopping you. Is there something you’d like to see added? A reward you wish I had? Something that would make you want to jump in? Tell me! I’m listening. And if you’re in Vegas this Saturday, come see me at the free anime event at Sahara West Library from 10 AM to 5 PM! I’ll have a booth there, so come say hi, talk art, ask me about the book, or just come hang out with me! We’re getting SO close to that hardcover goal. Let’s see how far we can push this thing!

Hey! First, thank you all for following me for all this time. I don't use X very often, but I wanted to reach out to my followers personally and ask if you could take a moment to check out my Kickstarter. Long story short, I'm raising funds for my very first art book. It's about my journey as an artist and how art became my therapy after going through chemotherapy, suffering a stroke, and being diagnosed with a terminal chronic illness. It's a collection of my artwork, but also a look at the stories and experiences behind it. If you have a moment to check it out, I'd really appreciate it. And if you're comfortable sharing it, that would mean even more. I completely understand that a lot of people use social media primarily for business and may not want to share personal projects, so absolutely no pressure. Honestly, I'm just grateful you've stuck around and followed my work this long. Thank you for being here. kickstarter.com/projects/kat…

I keep sitting here staring at these pages and I genuinely cannot believe how far this has come. We are less than $200 away from hitting our first stretch goal,. every single pledge, every share, every comment got us here. Not just me. Us. This book has turned into something so much bigger than I ever expected, page count wise it has grown way past what I originally planned for, and I did not see that coming. I also did not expect how many of you would be this excited to add on the limited metal cover. Those might genuinely be the first thing to sell out, so if that's calling to you, don't wait on it. We still have 25 days left on this campaign and there are some amazing stretch goals still ahead of us. This is the part where I ask for your help, because none of this happens without you. If you have backed already, thank you does not even begin to cover it. If you haven't yet, remember Kickstarter does not charge your card until the campaign ends on October 1st, so backing now costs you nothing today and helps the momentum right now. If you can, please like, comment, and share this post, it genuinely helps push this in front of more people who need to see it. And if there is a friend who comes to mind while you're reading this, someone who would connect with a book like this, tag them. Let them know. Thank you for being part of this. All of you. This is only happening because you showed up for it. kickstarter.com/projects/kat… @Kickstarter #kickstarter #disabled #artist #artbook #strokesurvivor #terminalillness #invisibleillness #follow #supportsmallbusiness

I can't thank my friend Trace enough for suggesting I do different prints on my business cards. That idea genuinely changed everything. What started as a fun little thing has turned into its own following. People seek me out at conventions just to grab whatever new card I've got. Some of you are trying to collect them all lol. Folks ask me to sign them. Some of you have started framing them. A framed business card. Wild. I love it. SDCC wiped me out completely though. 1200 cards, gone. So I just placed the order for round 3. Brand new set, 10 different prints, all fresh. If you're one of the collectors, come find me. New cards are on their way. Upcoming Events and Convention Show Dates Teen AnimeFEST Sept 12, 2026 Vintage & Vinyl (pending) Oct 3, 2026 TwitchCon San Diego (attending - not boothing - meet and greet available) Nov 13–15, 2026 Fan Expo Vancouver FAN EXPO Vancouver Feb 13–15, 2027 TFcon Burbank TFcon Mar 12–14, 2027 Amazing Las Vegas Comic Con Amazing Las Vegas Comic Con Apr 2027 (exact date pending) LVL UP EXPO LVL UP EXPO (pending) Apr 23–25, 2027 Comic Con Revolution Ontario (pending) May 22–23, 2027

Since I mentioned I might be opening commissions soon, here's the last 4 commissions I completed.. two on blank comics and two are 9x11s

So unfortunately I was denied Artist Alley and this year has been ROUGH for me financially with my art and conventions so I wasn't going to be able to go to TwitchCon. I was blessed by some amazing friends who know how much I really love this convention even though I haven't been streaming and I was able to purchase tickets anyways so I will be seeing you all!! ❤️ Side note my commissions will be opening up soon cause I need spending money so hmu 😂

Unfortunately no TwitchCon for me this year :( I applied for Artist Alley and was denied and I'm not in a position to be able to attend 💯 out of pocket. Conventions have been rough this year. 💔 I will miss you all!

Anybody wanna venmo me some $ for a pedicure before SDCC lol 🤣 I'm so freaking nervous for my first SDCC. I heard its INSANE

Now that I've been home for a little while and finally had a chance to slow down, everything is starting to hit me. The excitement. The disappointment. The uncertainty. The exhaustion. I spent so much of the weekend just trying to keep moving that I never really let myself feel any of it. Now that I'm sitting in the quiet, it's all crashing down at once. On the drive home, I got a call from my cardiologist. I'm scheduled for endoscopic/thoracoscopic surgery on the 9th. The goal is to get a better look at the hole in my heart so my doctors can figure out what the next steps are. Hearing those words out loud made everything feel so much more real. The timing honestly couldn't feel more overwhelming. The day before surgery, Deni's daughter comes into town. The day after, she takes Seras to Ohio for a visit. It'll be Seras' first flight and the longest she's ever been away from home. I'm so excited for her, but I already know there's going to be a part of me that aches every single day she's gone. From the 13th through the 18th, we'll be in Thousand Oaks for work. The girls come back on the 21st, and then less than 24 hours later we're waking up at 4 in the morning to drive to San Diego for SDCC. I'll be working the convention before turning around and making the drive back home a few days later. Somewhere in the middle of all of that, I'm trying to adjust to a brand new anti seizure medication while preparing for heart surgery. Chaos isn't new to me. Neither are hospitals, surgeries, specialists, or bad news. After years of chemotherapy, I always knew there was a chance it would eventually take a toll on my body. I had prepared myself for that reality. But this feels different. This is a whole new kind of evil that I don't know how to navigate. I've learned how to live with strokes, seizures, brain scans, and everything that came with them. Heart problems are completely unfamiliar territory, and the unknown is terrifying. I don't know what the next chapter looks like, and that's a feeling I haven't had in a very long time. On top of all of that, I'm carrying the weight of my business. Usually, this time of year is what keeps me afloat. Summer conventions have always made up the majority of my income for the year. But this season has been unlike anything I've experienced. The last few shows have been incredibly difficult, and instead of getting ahead, I'm in the negative. That's a hard thing to admit. My art isn't just how I pay my bills. It's what gave me purpose after my stroke. It's what helped me find myself again when I thought I'd lost everything. The idea that something I've poured my heart into for so many years suddenly feels so uncertain is heartbreaking. I've been thinking a lot about where to go from here, and one idea that keeps coming back is creating my very first art book through Kickstarter. It's something I've dreamed about for years, and maybe now is finally the time to take that leap. I'd genuinely love to know if that's something you'd be interested in. I'm not writing this because I'm looking for sympathy. I'm writing it because I've always promised myself I'd be honest with all of you. Social media makes it so easy to only share the victories, but life isn't just the highlight reel. Sometimes it's messy. Sometimes it's scary. Sometimes it's sitting in your living room after an exhausting weekend, realizing you're carrying more than you even knew. I don't know what July is going to bring. I don't know what the next few months are going to look like. What I do know is that somehow, I've made it through every impossible chapter that's been thrown at me so far. So I'll keep painting. I'll keep creating. I'll keep showing up. And I'll keep hoping that somewhere on the other side of all of this chaos is something beautiful. Thank you for continuing to believe in me. It means more than you'll ever know. ❤️

What a weekend... I've gone back and forth on whether I even wanted to write this because part of me just wanted to move on and pretend it didn't happen. But that's not who I am. I'm not going to sugarcoat it. My first Fan Expo experience was incredibly hard. There were more moments than I can count where I had to excuse myself, take a breath, and fight back tears. I felt defeated. I questioned myself. I questioned my art. I questioned whether I even belonged here. I'd love to sit here and tell you everything was amazing, but if you were there, you'd know I'd be lying. The truth is, it was messy. But here's something I've learned through everything life has thrown at me: there is always something to gain, even from the weekends that break you. Throughout the show, I made sure my concerns were heard. I spoke with floor managers, exhibitor reps, and anyone willing to listen. I was frustrated. I was scared. I was disappointed. But I never yelled. I never blamed the people standing in front of me because I knew they weren't the ones making the final decisions. What I did see were people who genuinely cared, who acknowledged the problems, and who worked tirelessly to fix whatever they could. They deserve recognition for that. I know many artists packed up and left before the end of day two. I understand why. This is how many of us pay our bills, and when a show struggles, it affects every one of us. Time is money. But conventions don't exist without artists, and artists don't thrive without conventions. If we want organizers to listen to us, invest in us, and improve for the future, we also have to give them the opportunity to do exactly that. Walking away is sometimes necessary, but supporting positive change matters too. As we were leaving, I noticed derogatory messages scribbled across the plastic tablecloths. That honestly hurt to see. Not because criticism isn't deserved, but because there's a difference between holding people accountable and trying to tear them down. One creates change. The other just leaves more damage behind. This weekend tested me in ways I wasn't expecting. It challenged my confidence. It made me question things I haven't questioned in a very long time. But it also reminded me why I keep doing this. Because somewhere between the difficult conversations, the slow aisles, the self-doubt, and the exhaustion... I still met incredible people. I still heard stories from people who connected with my art. I still made friendships that I know will last far longer than any convention weekend ever could. Maybe this show wasn't the success I hoped for. Maybe it was the lesson I needed. And sometimes those are worth even more. Oh... and one more thing. Some absolutely crazy news... in 2027, I'll be taking my art international. 🌎❤️ I'm not quite ready to share all the details yet, but trust me... this next chapter is going to be something special. #FanExpoAnaheim #ArtistAlley #ConventionLife #ArtistJourney #SmallBusiness @FANEXPOHQ @fanexpoanaheim

We're all set up at #FanExpoAnaheim! General admission opens in about 30 minutes! Come find me at Booth AF14 (aka Cool As F*ck 14 😂) for original art, prints, comics, and more. Stop by and say hi! @FANEXPOHQ @Marvel @DCOfficial @MarkHamill #ArtistAlley #ComicCon #ComicArt #OriginalArt #FanExpo

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn't come from being tired. It comes from sitting in a doctor's office and realizing that the chapter you thought was over was only paused. This week, after nearly a year without them, I started chemotherapy injections again. When it was time for the first one, my husband gave me the injection. I tried to prepare myself for it, but there is something incredibly defeating about returning to something you fought so hard to leave behind. For almost a year, this part of my life had been quiet. Not gone, but quiet. Long enough that I had almost forgotten what it felt like to live with the anticipation of side effects hanging over every day. But some stories don't let you walk away from them that easily. So here we are. Starting again. Now comes the waiting. Waiting for the exhaustion to settle in. Waiting for the nausea. Waiting for the aches. Waiting for all the familiar reminders that my body is once again being asked to endure things it was never meant to endure. The injections themselves are painful. Not just physically, but emotionally. They are a reminder that no matter how hard I've tried to move forward, illness still has a way of reaching out and pulling me back. And as if that wasn't enough, I also started Lamotrigine this week. A medication that arrives with warnings that are impossible to ignore. Every doctor talks about it. Every pharmacist talks about it. Every information packet seems determined to make sure you understand exactly what could happen if things go wrong. Watch for the rash. Because sometimes it isn't just a rash. Sometimes it becomes Stevens-Johnson Syndrome. Sometimes it becomes Toxic Epidermal Necrolysis. Conditions so severe that your skin can blister, peel, and separate from your body. The chances are small. I know that. But fear has never cared much about percentages. Fear lives in the space between certainty and possibility. It lives in every glance at your skin. Every unexplained itch. Every tiny red mark that wasn't there yesterday. It lives in the realization that your own body has become something you are constantly watching, questioning, and trying to understand. And all of this is happening less than a week before Fan Expo Anaheim. For months, I've been preparing for this show. Creating artwork. Ordering inventory. Making plans. Looking forward to seeing friends, customers, and people who have supported me through so much. From the outside, people see the finished pieces. The convention table. The photos. The smiles. They don't see the medications lined up on the counter. The specialists. The endless appointments. The uncertainty. They don't see the moments when you're sitting in the dark wondering how many more times you'll have to pick yourself up and start over. The truth is that I'm scared. Not the dramatic kind of scared. The quiet kind. The kind that settles into your chest when the house is silent and your thoughts are too loud. The kind that comes from knowing your life can change with a phone call, a test result, or a side effect. The kind that comes from being tired of fighting battles no one else can see. But next week I'll pack the prints. I'll load the car. I'll make the trip to Anaheim. And somehow, despite everything, I'll keep moving forward. Not because I'm fearless. Not because I'm strong every moment of every day. But because after everything my body has put me through, I still refuse to let it take away the things I love. So I'm holding on to that right now. To art. To hope. To the people who love me. And to the belief that maybe, just maybe, there are brighter chapters ahead than the one I'm living through today. #chronicillness #disabled #terminalillness #chemotherapy #arttherapy

Come find me at @FANEXPOHQ Anaheim. Booth AF14 #notdeadyet #art #painting