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Our Story

Feral Faith Studio didn’t start with a grand business plan. It started with two hard workers, true love, breakdowns, panic, ugly cries, late-night drives, and that quiet, stubborn sense that God is still here in the middle of all of it.

I’m Amy. I'm the creative brain behind Feral Faith Studio. I'm unashamedly honest and wrestle out loud with the stuff most people try to hide. Bobby’s my husband and my co-conspirator. He’s the gear guy, logic brain, the human calculator, the operator of this crazy train. The steady one who talks me off the ledge and helps turn the chaos in my head into something people can actually hold, hear, or hang on a wall.

We’ve both taken some hits. Church hurt. Life hurt. Health battle, Financial “are we actually gonna make it?” seasons. We’ve questioned everything we were taught, walked away from shallow versions of faith, and watched a lot of glossy Christian answers fall apart in real time.

Feral Faith is what’s left when the performance dies and the real thing is still somehow standing. This studio is where we bring all of that—trauma, theology, therapy, love, hope, worship, doubt, praise—to the table and make something honest out of it. Paintings that don’t pretend. Spoken poetry/Music that doesn't skip the hard verses. Words that tell the truth, even when it’s not popular  or “inspirational” in the cute Pinterest way.

We’re not here to sell you a cleaned-up testimony arc. We’re here to say: yeah, it’s hard at times, occasionally lonely and yes, God is still in it.

If you’ve ever felt too loud, too broken, too questioning, too traumatized, too weird, or too “not churchy enough,” this space is for you. You’re not a problem to fix. You’re a story still being written, a novel series in real time.

Feral Faith Studio is just us—two imperfect people clinging to real grace, making art as an act of survival, worship, and defiance. 

Faith uncaged. Art unpolished. No pretending.