ABOUT ME

I didn't decide to be an artist; it more or less found me. Hurtling into my life with such force and vivacity, I couldn't ignore it.

Over the course of seven long weeks, I had to learn everything again. How to support my head, sit up, grip a toothbrush, feed myself, stand, dress myself and walk again. I felt like a newborn baby experiencing everything for the first time.

Then I was sent home with a walker and no timeline on how long it was going to take for me to recover. That's my Dad wheeling me to freedom.

In 2024, I got severely sick and ended up paralyzed in the hospital... what a plot twist. All I could do was blink. It turns out a virus had attacked my brain and spine and I just needed a lot of time to heal.

I started painting just as a way to pass the long hours in bed, as my world got bigger I kept painting and healing. Painting beside my bed, then in the kitchen, then outside in the sun.

What does this have to do with my art?

I had alot of time on my hands as I slowly started to heal and then create... with a completely new perspective. I have fallen in love with painting the beauty of human existence. The mundane moments, or those that leave us less than perfect. The quiet parts of living that have been decided are routine to be interesting. We live in a world of highlight reels. I want my art to remind people of the beauty in the raw, ordinary parts of life that we all share, because those are the parts that make us human.

My art is a reminder of all we share as human beings and how beautiful the imperfect parts of living are. Those are the moments that make living, living.