I’m Bailey,

“BELLY?”

This nickname was born at a weekend fraternity formal of all places, when my friends were joking about how I always knew how to many any space (however shitty of conditions) my own comfortable haven: it was “Belly’s Lounge” in this case.

The name Belly stuck with me because it’s a candid representation of who I am: soul-fed, loving nourishing, always taking the world around me in, and constantly rebirthing myself into a new version.

Whether it be what I wear on my wrists or what is tucked inside of an exploding heart in one of my paintings, or the fruits in my fridge, there is always soul & visual intention in everything I do or touch.

And I started painting again around this same time, after finally having reached some places - college success, proud enough of body, liked my friends, knew my place…confirmation the future i needed was in reach).  To me sometimes it’s scary to do anything, because I know I can do it to the 100%. 

I have loved painting because it lets out of me things i need to get out or process. There are stories in each one. I share the story in a video, after the painting has sold. It’s fun to finally reveal. Friends and family wanted to have my work on their walls, and it felt time to start myself as an artist out in the public. 

My Story

Grandma Bertie put a brush in my hand when I was 4 and the triage I made that day hung in my dining room most my life, but I never studied art or anything. I love how paints help me connect with my inner child and most creative self, but more than that, because they help me share what I feel and visualize with the world.

I like "inspirationist" more than artist!!

Betsey Johnson, Ashley Mary, Nicki Minaj, Fergie, Miley Cyrus, Kerri Rosenthal, Gabby Bernstein, Dolly Parton, are a few of my art Muses...* and the countless other women that have helped shape who I am...*

After being squashed creatively by the K-12 structure and diagnosed with learning challenges (dyslexic gang! ADD gang!) there wasn't much space for art besides the 1 hour a week in school where ur trying to get a good grade, summer camps, and Pottery club for maybe 2 years. I was also born with hard and high goals in all areas.

There was always another milestone I was chasing achieving next and something I needed to do to get there. That meant taking the AP class or becoming HS yearbook editor instead of blossoming individually. Heavy tutoring and personal growth took front-seat for many years. And like most of us I found plenty of less healthy ways to let my "passions" out when I was younger....but I'm grateful for every moment of trouble in my path to finding healthy habits* and am passionate about sharing my story.

I picked up the brushes again in college. Out came "Patricia"*. I could feel this was it. My divine moment. But it's been 4 years in the making since that day in Debbie/Tressa Fallon's kitchen!!

Art isn't the only way my passion comes out of me. Others are moving my body and paying close attention to Her, thrifting for interiors and closet treasures that make my heart warm, creating nourishing food I'm craving, and surrounding myself with people who light up my world