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Who I am

I’m Jax Preciado — a mixed-media artist, photographer, writer, and mother of four building a creative life in Hawaiʻi.

My work is rooted in joy, reflection, and noticing everyday magic: light between leaves, shifting skies, the quiet details we’re taught to rush past.

I create because it feels like freedom — like presence, clarity, and a kind of love I had to learn to give myself.

Creativity is how I metabolize experience.

How I stay conscious.

How I return to myself again and again.
How I stay conscious.
How I return to myself again and again.

“My grandmother taught me that creativity, like love, is a practice — one to return to every day.”

WHERE MY STORY BEGINS

My story begins with my grandmother — a Filipina-Mexican artist, nurse, piano teacher, florist, and dollmaker.

Her life showed me that creativity is survival, expression, and love passed forward.

Art is how we carry our humanity.

Today, I’m raising four children and building a creative life that honors that legacy — one piece at a time.

THE EDUCATORS WHO SAW ME

I was shaped by inherited wonder — the women who raised me, the ones who called me mija, and the teachers who saw something in me before I had the language for it.

They taught me to look closely.
To pay attention.
To create from what I had.

This lineage of noticing — of being seen — is at the heart of my work

Softness as power.
Color as survival.

A reminder that we can create beauty with our own hands.

Practicing Everyday Magic.

I can paint myself flowers.

A year of returning to what we notice