Heartstorm got a makeover. She was the painting that brought me back to my love of creating art, and became a love letter to myself.

Small but hefty, and impossible to ignore. Concrete mini originals getting their final layers right now before dropping the first part of the collection. And this is just a small preview of what’s coming.

Prints of select pieces are landing this month...

What I'm reaching for in the studio lately (June 2026 edition). Five favorites or the occasional weird find.

I have been painting, creating, and designing as long as I can remember. Not in one style. Not in one box. That's never been how I work, and it's never been how I live. I'm Carrie. Rebel Wild is my brand, my art, and honestly, my answer to a world that really loves to sort people into categories. I've watched that dynamic play out in the world, where the advice is always find your lane and stay in it, and I've lived it personally, in a life that has never looked the way peo

Layers on layers ➕ texture on texture

There's a moment right at the start of strain, before anything is decided, where you still get to choose. Hide the seam or honor it. Pretend it isn't there, or fill it with gold.

Nineteen years ago today, I lost my dad to cancer. Four years ago, we named our daughter after him. I wanted this girl to see the beauty and strength behind her name.

There's a tension this piece holds that I kept coming back to while making it: the pull between control and surrender, between order and chaos. Every layer started as a decision. Some marks were intentional. Some were mistakes. Some corrections became the best parts. That's the conversation happening here, between calm structure and disruptive energy, and the piece kept telling me where to go until it found its own rhythm.