My art is a spiritually co-creative effort. It teaches me over and over about infinite capacity and eternal expanse. This knowledge is reflected and emphasized with each brushstroke. Who I am, who I was, and who I will be is boldly represented in colorful, autobiographical, nostalgics. Many of my life experiences have been rich and wonderfully joyous while others are deeply painful. The pink is essentially my mom. It is not my favorite color, it is hers. It is loud, fun, pretty, vivacious, obnoxious, overpowering, and at last, it is devouring. I feel like every piece represents in some way my ADHD, my childhood, my addict father, my mother’s bipolar, and all of my hopes and one smashed into one little space. Finally, I love to play with the tension between hopeful or exciting colors, and tones of depression; my life as a mother and an artist have been heavily impacted by both.

My art is a spiritually co-creative effort. It teaches me over and over about infinite capacity and eternal expanse. This knowledge is reflected and emphasized every time I put my brush to the canvas. Who I am, who I was, and who I will be is boldly represented in colorful, autobiographical, nostalgics.

I love to play with the tension between hopeful or exciting colors, and tones of depression. My life as a mother and an artist has been heavily impacted by both. I feel like every piece I create in some way represents my ADHD, my childhood, my addict father, my bipolar mother, and all of my hopes and dreams smashed into one tiny little space.

The pink essentially represents my mom. It is not my favorite color, it is hers. It is loud, fun, pretty, vivacious, obnoxious, overpowering, and at last it is devouring. The dark blue lines are the opposite. They are grounding. They create natural boundaries, safety, comfort, control, and maybe even balance. This juxtaposition runs through all of my life. It feels so good to express that in my art.