Mucho gusto. I’m Nicole.
Midwest winter escapee. Late to the neurodivergent party. Tech industry burnout survivor. iPad art addict.
Saguaro enthusiast. Traded walls for wheels. Powered by Sonoran hot dogs.
Peery Creative is my small studio in southern Arizona, where I create Sonoran Desert-inspired art for people drawn differently.
I offer phone cases, notebooks, and home goods for those building creative lives with detours.
(I see you, person with a zillion half-finished projects and three planners in rotation.)
People grab my notebooks for brain dumps, slap my stickers on one of their 20 water bottles, and use my phone cases while they’re hiding in the bathroom scrolling through memes.
I want my work to show up in your life the way a good friend does. Like a text from someone who gets you, not a phone call you’ll never be prepared for.
I make things for people who think a lot, feel a lot, and are still figuring it all out. (Because BIG SAME 🤜🏼🤛🏼)
Armed with an iPad and too many ideas, this is version 2.0 of my life.
I’m a desert-dwelling, craft beer-loving artist trying to rebuild a creative life from a stationary motorhome I named The Diesel Apartment.
I make hand-drawn, southwest-influenced art and resources for the side quest crowd.
The late bloomers. The ones who feel out of sync with life’s default settings.
People who choose texting over calling every time. The folks whose minds run twelve tabs and forget what the heck they even opened the first one for.
But I wasn’t always running an art studio out of three hundred square feet. Peery Creative grew out of an overdue unraveling. After a toxic job in tech hit me over the head with a big ole burnout bat, I went to therapy and received a surprise AuDHD diagnosis.
Then my appendix decided to stage a dramatic exit and nearly took me with it. (Shout-out to modern medicine for the assist on that one.)
So I’m currently in the middle of what I call a “spicy life reboot.” But I didn’t start over. I just stopped pretending I was built for the LifeScript™ and turned back to the version of me who’s been waiting in the corner with a sketchbook thinking, “FINALLY!”
Glad you found your way here. (People like you and I always end up in the same weird corners of the internet. I love that for us.)
