There is something about mortality and its inevitability that stokes life’s hearth fire once you have experienced the grip of grief. On the other side of grief’s raw hold, you are more open to beauty, the full depth of love, and pure elation. These wounds (healed or never healed) connect us to an unfolding that is not unique but is wholly human, is prehistoric but retains its sacredness. As a race, humans have always had the burden and the joy of mortality's certitude.
My paintings intuitively explore the history of girls and women from the corporeal, environmental, and psychological perspectives. They reflect a journey of our ancient ancestral roots: a matrilineage that connects us all through our bodies, the land, and psyche. Pursuing an eternal circle of life, death, and life again.