After surviving a near-death experience and a traumatic brain injury, I walked away from my commercial photography career, sold everything I ever owned, and dusted off my Tibetan singing bowls and meditations—my best medications. I became a spiritual witch.

Then one day, I snapped— Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck everything. —and bought an abandoned farm near Milan. Packed my shit, burned the bridges with the noise and people who sucked my blood, and never looked back at America. Best decision of my life.

That’s how Sky & Farm was born—where instinct, nature, and creativity collide. Where sky meets earth. Where healing means sitting around the fire, watching stars, and sharing stories. Old farm buildings restored with bare hands and heart.Food from garden to table. A refuge for artists: herbal medicine, ancient healing wisdom, and summers of unfiltered creation.

There are days the gratitude hits like a gut-punch: I fucking did it. Crossed every line fear drew in my path. Am I 100% happy? Maybe not. But joyful—wildly free to wake up and choose my life, daily. That’s the only truth that matters to me.