Painting for me is the result of an internal dialogue I have with myself. I don’t see it as a verb, a hobby, or me trying to be an artist. I see it more as a place I like to go. A place where my heart and eyes can have a conversation without saying a word.
Gathering from the intermittent observations that I tend to find in the shadows of the bigger picture, the pressures we put on ourselves, others, and as mothers, while holding onto what is dear as we feel the way through the dark are several elements that make up the backbone of this body of work.
