I fell for creating when I was in early elementary school after receiving praise, from someone outside of my family, for a drawing I had just completed. The satisfaction of creating a product, holding pride in it, and seeing that others might find worth in it as well, cultivated something inside me even at an early age. I knew I had found something that I was good at but I didn't realize its value until much later. Now, after years of exploration, times of voidance, and a return to finding harmony with what is nurturing to me, I am grounded in the fact that the process of creating is innately and essentially part of who I am, a gift from my creator. Without it, there is an emptiness that leaves me untrue and without ease.

I am in love with color and texture; therefore I manipulate both as primary visual tools in my work. Though my subject matter may vary, I am strongly charmed by working with the human figure as I enjoy the struggle of working fluidity in form on a sometimes contrasting angular surface. I explore the use of fabrics and textiles, found objects, and various media to bring my work surface to a tactile state. I then work to build up richness in layers of color. My most loved medium of choice is oil paint, though I do employ the use of any medium that is appropriate for progression toward a desired outcome.

My work has become an exploration of the way I live and the way the world persists. Chaos and the desire to bring some sort of order are the driving forces that lead me to problem solve until each piece attains some sort of resolution. When I reach a feeling of peace about both the product and the voyage of creating a work, it is finished. Not only do I work each piece and mold it into a cohesive whole, the process of doing so returns the favor entirely, as I am also its evolving product.