My art comes from the good, bad, and ugly truths of everyday life, especially my own. I always have had an intricate and deep connection with the people in my life that I hold dear to me and my memories of the past. I treat my art and the process of its creation just the same. Love, pain, loss, and other feelings of turmoil are what I frequent the most, being things I struggle with and ponder about often. I used to believe that if we were to reveal all of ourselves to the world, it would eat at the rind of our very existence. I thought I would hollow myself out just by existing. I would hold back for the sake of having something else to paint about later. Now, I do not want to hold back anything. I want to bear my mind, body, and soul to the world and let go of the fear of being.

 

To do so, I have dissected every part of myself from infancy to adulthood and even what is yet to come. The air of mystery has cleared and has revealed the artist in my most honest and true form. I am going back in time to be the hand that I needed to guide me through each memory and moment. I am reflecting, I am growing, I am being. I am me, and I finally feel at home in this flesh of mine.