I carry Romani blood and Middle Eastern roots. Raised by healers, herbalists, psychics, storytellers. Saw too much, too young. Too many miracles to doubt. Rooted in earth. Eyes on sky. I walked away from the noise—New York, L.A. Busy times. Career stress. Now it’s trees, soil, silence. The ancient art of healing runs deep in my bones. I’m an intuitive healer and artist. No guru talk. No life coaching. Just radical honesty.

I work with what’s real. The human mess. The psyche. The quantum field. I unblock what’s stuck. Heal what hurts. Shift what’s ready to move. No sugarcoating. Sharp insight. Safe space. Real compassion. I don’t just get the creative soul. I live it. I’ve known the storm. I’ve known the still. I walk the talk.

Today, I split my time between the U.S. and Italy. Mostly Italy lately. My farm is becoming a sustainable sanctuary. A place to grow food. Make art. Heal the old-school way. Back to basics. Not a retreat. A raw, living space. Where nature, creativity, and real restoration meet. For me. For those who need it. Sky & Farm isn’t a quick fix. It’s a healing frequency. Real. Lasting. Change.

Sky & Farm isn’t for the masses. It filters out the noise.