hey, hi, hello,

I like creating because I believe it’s the only way I can effectively articulate my thoughts. I find it relaxing to use my hands and my brain together in this way— different parts of my body working to make a physical version of whatever I’m feeling. 

My art is me; my body, my experiences, my memories. Sometimes it is the only way I can express what’s in my mind without embarrassment. Other times, it is only for fun, and I like to invite the viewers into that.

My goal isn’t to make things look the way they’re supposed to. Everything must have a roughness to it. I use charcoal because it’s messy and quick; the constant wiping away and redrawing during my process creates layers that I believe add depth to my drawings. Differently, but somehow connected, I like clay because of all of the pressing and folding and lumping and smoothing required for it to become something. The most thrilling moment is when I can feel what was just a lump of clay turning into something in my hands, much like the moments when my charcoal scribbles begin to look less like scribbles and more like a figure— I feel like I’m bringing someone to life. I guess, in a way, I am.

Oil paint is colorful, and that’s its own thing, but it is also fluid like my charcoal and clay. I can easily move it around to make it into what I need.

I draw people because I am a person, and so are you. We both exist in this chaotic world and survive by acting chaotically, which is compelling. In the world I’ve created for my figures, it is much the same. I want my characters to look like they were once real people who jumped into my paper and now exist in some sort of fuzzy realm full of oddities. I prefer to add some sort of strangeness to all of my pieces, whether that’s too long fingers, extra folds and creases in a pot, or uncomfortable eye contact by my figures with the viewer. In the fuzzy world, all of this makes perfect sense, but nobody on the outside knows what’s going on, so the viewer has to make up their own stories, like you and I both have to do with our own lives.

If you are reading this, then you must be interested in my stories at least a little bit, so, welcome. I don’t think I want you to look at my art and like or dislike what you see, only to gain a small bit of curiosity about what happens in my head.