My artwork is an array of frozen moments captured on a sheet of paper, a celebration of the human figure and a confrontation of emotions connected to the human experience in both their ugly and beautiful moments. Through the fluid, hypnotizing movement of headless dancers and tranquil, hatch-crossed landscape scenery I urge one to address the painful yet beautiful reality that we will inevitably spend our lives in the mind we reside in. We are ourselves and can be no one else. 

Growing to discover myself included uncovering disabilities, aspirations, fears and intentions that were hidden beneath layers of my person. It’s all work and can lead to relief, disappointment, depression, resentment, joy, and confusion. Whichever you end up getting is a roulette of its own. This is a concept so intriguing to me because the journey of finding yourself and understanding who you are is entirely optional. Some folks do and some don’t. Many don’t even know it’s an option. A few lucky souls  do it without realizing. 

My artwork turns you into the spectator of a unique narrative. These can be based in both reality and fiction. Symbolism and metaphors are good friends in my process, taking place as animals, color, shapes, composition and more. 

Ink bleeding onto paper in thin and thick bands, canvas scraps glued onto embroidery, a delicate watercolor piece, a cartoonish comic strip, a dusty charcoal-coated ballerina bowing down and whatever else I find in my room but the core of it all is the eye of an illustrator, a storyteller. 

Cut, slice, scribble, lather, sew, print, sketch, and ink.