About the artist
My work burrows into the intersection of the organic and the psychological. It’s process-driven, form-focused, and resistant to categorization.
I don’t paint from my imagination.
I can’t.
Aphantasia leaves me with no mind’s eye.
I’ve always kind of treasured this particular irony about myself—an artist stripped of a classic “imagination” to retreat into. I’ve never been a doodler. I can’t think of something, see it, and then bring it to life. It’s honestly pretty freaking overwhelming, at times. It leaves me processing the raw reality of a world that continuously unfurls before me.
But now I lean in. I collect feelings. I see shapes that somehow just feel “right” to me—leaves, shadows, negative space, fat folds—and then I wring and twist and distort until the familiar becomes
strange.
Unsettling.
Alive with new meaning. A meaning that only I can bestow upon them, in this particular way at this particular moment in time.
I believe that boundaries exist to eventually reveal themselves as fiction.
My process is temporal. Urgent. When I need to viscerally process something that cannot happen through words alone—that’s when I create. I make art to figure out how I feel about something.
My work mostly exists tucked into the corners of the in betweens:
organic forms rendered in toxic hues,
known objects mauled into unknowns,
soft shapes made repulsively hard.
through scale, through color. through deconstruction.
Just when you think you know what’s going on, you’re left ◼️