The name comes from my grandmother, who loved to proudly put me on the spot: “Julie, show them the stuff you make.” And she wasn’t wrong — I’ve always been creating, just in whatever form my hands and heart were excited about in that season. After becoming a mom at the start of COVID, I walked through a heavy season of postpartum depression and anxiety and felt like the joyful, imaginative girl in me had gone quiet. Finding my way back to drawing, painting, and creating for the pure love of it helped me heal and reconnect with myself. Now I make art with one steady purpose: to reflect identity, emotion, pride, softness, strength, and joy — and to help people feel understood, celebrated, and at home in who they are.