Brains are a complex mixture of goop and electricity. With hidden paths and dark corners, it almost reminds one of a city, bustling with constant activity. I have always had a hard time understanding and picking apart the layers of my own emotions. There is so much about myself that I don't understand and trying to decipher it is grabbing at cigarette smoke. I can't remember the first time I made a drawing, it was always a part of my life that focused me and always interested me. I remember painting a surreal portrait in high school, a red figure slouched on a metal folding chair on a bright pink background. My English teacher asked me what it meant. I didn't know. What was my message? What was its purpose? I struggled, my other works followed an environmental theme, asserting our damage on the spaces around us, but what about the others? The colorful surreal portraits, the paintings of forests, what could they mean? These works reflected parts of myself that I had not yet identified. Self imagery, rage, nostalgia, trauma, family, chronic illness, depression, anxiety, frustration, are all themes that surface in this line of work.
It's the aim of everyone to understand the world around them, and in turn themselves. In this collection I work to understand my past, my present, and ultimately, my future.