I have this love-disdained relationship with art. It’s so innately embedded in me that however and whenever it must be expressed, I must submit to it. Extremely satisfying and exhausting.

Art to me is communication. I’m intrigued with the ideas of conveying my feelings and thoughts in parables on canvas. Even more intrigued when I hear your interpretation of what you see or feel. How insightful is my dialogue through my brush? Articulation wrapped in creativity is crazy that way, I never know where it’s going to take me or you.

Each painting you’ll see is an experience. What seems bright and happy, could be a tragic story. What looks like depth in the image might be words, symbols or just shading! I love the dynamics of playing with what is expected or the norm in our worldly conditioning and push the limits without being over the top graphic. Subtle shrill.

I get lost in the painting after it’s complete. Looking back at my work there is little memory of what moved me so deeply to paint it. People continue to share their experiences of my art they purchased. “It’s alive!” they tell me. It moves, it comforts, scares, teaches, and marvels. My art is like the bestie that you don’t have to wine and dine, just great times together or the psychiatrist you don’t have to pay over and over. You get what you need, want, desire by looking at it. From bright, bold and colorful to mysterious and soul revealing, I paint to entrance your senses, your soul and your space.