Nichole Pricha Photo.

06/19/2026

06/17/2026

recently had the opportunity to be interviewed for a magazine, i am thankful i had the chance to share my story and what i've been dreaming of these days.

to be quite frank, it was taken back because i no longer truly identify in just one industry or role. now i feel confident to be in a space where my art is truly an extension of my being -- whether that is through photo, writing, or gardening. all of these "things" are creations, because creation is how i connect. it's how i make sense of the world, it's what i believe my purpose is. to express, without the need to justify, explain or make others understand.

so when i am asked "what do i do?" it just doesn't seem simple, yet it is. i am an artist, and my truth is how i heal and how i hope to ripple that effect towards others in the ability to share their truths. behind it all i believe in the power of stories, and honoring them.

Today we’d like to introduce you to Nichole Pricha. Hi nichole, thanks for sharing your story with us. To start, maybe you can tell our readers some of your backstory.My story truly began in those first months postpartum with my first child. I felt this deep urgency to hold onto what was already s...

06/10/2026

summer sessions just hit different, and yes i am still booking!

https://www.nicholepricha.com/inquire

05/27/2026

reclaiming a part of myself that younger me didn’t even know was possible. returning to dance, best decision i ever made. the art, the movement, the connection. i hold so much gratitude and appreciation to be part of this community. sixteen year old me, would be reeling. not for returning, but for learning joy could exist in this way. doing this alongside my family, just makes it that much more special.

05/08/2026

“because of the women who came before me, i am.

not in ways that the eye can see. not the stories, the memory, the qualities i carry, these are quiet inheritances.

strength that does not harden, but softness that survives despite.

within them, and within me the ways we endure, adapt, and continue.

i carry their hands in mine. hands that nourished, held, cleared — hands that never leave.

their stories in my body. their becoming in my own. things passed down, without sound. things we still learn to hold, or things we choose not to carry.

lineage, is not pain alone. but continuation. feeling the hands of the ones before me, seeing the ones after me.”

written by me

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my own lineage of women is a mystery, my mother my only knowing.

🌹 you can read the full essay and dedication to the women before us on my substack nicholepricha.substack.com