“I’ve always had trouble crying. Whether it be for joy or grief, the tears wouldn’t come. I cry through my art. I cry in happiness for my children, I cry in heartbreak for my losses, and I cry for others’ pain and bliss.
Originally, my art was for me. It was intended as a way to document a single moment in time that I considered to be important. The art has evolved, taking on a life of its own. Now, my art is for others. It is a way to share glimpses of beauty, triumph, loneliness, trauma, and other human conditions. It’s a way of communicating through images and states of mind that we all experience.
My work usually begins with a drawing, upon which layers of paint, charcoal, and other materials are added. I don’t like to dwell on one piece too long; 3 days of work is usually all that’s needed to complete a painting. To me, painting is a way of purging; it’s like therapy. Once the purge is complete, there is a period of calm that follows.”