My work is influenced by incidents of human tragedy and my own personal landscape. I use found images as reference, and draw from childhood memories as source material.
I juxtapose images, overlap shared experiences, perform private actions in public, and turn most paintings upside down to evoke non-narrative associations between historical events and everyday life. This is a primary way for me to understand my tenuous relationship with life and death.
How can a performance of sweeping the streets be communicated as an aspect of meditation? How can a meditative act of beading or embroidery also be considered a performance, or a drawing? How can a painting speak of anger and stillness at the same time? What is the stain of memory? What happens when nothing happens?