My Story

I didn’t set out to become an artist.

I was a strategist, a technologist, a woman of numbers and structure — building systems, managing data, optimizing outcomes. But life has a way of cracking us open when the old ways no longer serve. Mine did so with fire. Loss. A grief that couldn’t be crunched or contained.

It was in that quiet ruin that I found myself drawing again.

First in fragments — little pieces of memory, pieces of me.

Then in circles, sigils, prayers made of pigment.

My son and I were living close to the land, with not much more than each other and the stars above. Every brushstroke became a kind of remembering. Not just of who I was — but of what I was here to do.

Rogue Inner Child was born not as a brand, but as a rebellion.

A refusal to forget.

A soft fist raised to the sky.

A place where healing and magic could coexist — through story, through art, through ritual.

Every piece I make is part of that journey.

Every book, every line, every frame holds the echo of what I’ve lived through — and what I hope to offer back.

If you’re here, maybe something in you is remembering too.

Welcome. You found me.

You found us.

I'm Bethany. I draw to remember. I paint to reveal. I write to heal.

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