ARTIST STATEMENT: Instead of describing why my art work looks the way it does or the exact motivation behind each piece I have written a poem that describes a time and an idea central to my motivations.
Each painting I make has a different story either; a short story, or a complicated expression of feelings. I work a lot with found objects: old painting that no one wants, fabrics that were discarded and pieces of electronics that I find or inherit. The art that I offer here are samples of a larger narrative, pieces, best understood as part of a whole but each element of the story is both beautiful and tragic.
I offer you this poem so that you may better understand who I am.
SwallowInto, Out to, On toFar from, In from,ThereWe are hereWe make noiseWe are aliveWe are listeningWe understand And we need toAnd we came to Know something Feel something So, that we can ChangeSo that we don’t explodedImplodeOn our fears and our doubtsOn our empty promises Abandoned by fateBlanket stolen in the nightI shiver with the knowing, That the day ahead is cold That when I awake Things will not be okayFineOr betterJustJust More, More of the sameMore of the knowing And the disappointments And the hatingAfraid to changeDulling the sensesIn order to feel betterAbout being selfish We go thereWe come hereAnd we cameWe cameWe sawWe, we, we were swallowed