The Origin Story of the MMMV Collection—

the radical mandate

to reeeeally LIVE

Her image was born in a moment when my only viable form of transmutation was art.

My history—the dancing, the creative pages, the extreme empathy(read: inability to hold basic boundaries for my own wellbeing)—was always just the outward display.

This Warrior is the oxymoron encompassing this vast existence: the grace and the grit; the beautiful facade and the brutal, tactical determination underneath.

When you claim this piece, you are acknowledging the validity and ownership of your struggle.

You are claiming the hard-won wisdom from your own personal timeline of difficulties, and the wins.

You are demonstrating a resilience that understands the profound, messy gravity of choosing to thrive in a world that is actively burning down.

Though she may appear frozen in fear, it will be made definitively clear that this is a predator's stillness;

she is a jaguar laying in wait.

The camouflage within the chaos is the only armor that matters when you are actively managing a crisis that demands you be invisible to survive, yet completely resolved to

go down fighting.

Her sugar-skull mask is the ultimate contradiction:

It is the unabashed display of the internal destruction I once tried hide behind polite performance while coping with secret self-harm, transformed into macabre regalia.

It’s the lesson that the very act of going-through-it—the systemic struggle, the madness, the trauma—can master a profound, untouchable wisdom.

she is a Mexica

[Meh-she-kah] Warrior by

way of survival, out of necessity.

She is the embodiment of

Memento Vivere

in its darkest, most excruciating form: the historic declaration

that I chose to live.

And best of all,

you no longer

have to fight alone.