Some of my most vivid early memories are of me holding paintbrushes. To this day, I’m constantly aware of the way things feel in my hands—the smoothness of bristles, the coarseness of my textured papers, the slipperiness of oil paint falling away from my brushes as I rinse them.
I savor my alone time and shutting out the chaos of everyday life, so living in a major city may seem like a paradox. However, it’s the peace that I find in my evening moments, quietly creating in my apartment slash art studio slash office, that prepares me for the noisy disruption of the next day’s grind. And, yet blaring horns, weaving taxis and strutting fashionistas are what help fuel my artistic journey.
What started as something cathartic, and really only for me, has become something that I’m called to share with more and more people.
I approach each piece individually based on what inspires me on a given day: be it still-life, the figure, landscape or architecture. My distinct approach to mark-making, color, form and movement was honed as student at The Art League, Old Town Alexandria, Virginia; the Corcoran College of Art & Design, Washington, D.C.; and the 92nd Street Y, New York City. This training has pushed to see and interpret life in new ways, resulting in my own visual language.
My hope is for you to get lost in my art while finding yourself in a piece.
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
~ Thomas Merton