the shapes and space I create on my canvas have so much life, past and present. they have memory, fear, strength, possibility, hurt, love, loss, balance, desire, trust... the contours you see, I think describe me and where my soul has been. each one different yet still starting and stopping at the same place, expressing new and familiar experiences. the shapes themselves describe me but the space outside the lines is where you will find me, grasping blindly for reason and chaos. no one ever thinks to look there.
Take away the structure of the shapes on my canvas but leave intact everything it holds......what do you see now? This is where I will breathe and die, over and over for eternity.
Painting for me is the ability to communicate with the other side and interpret a combination of my emotions and theirs. My need to create begins with a pull at the center of my core where I find myself spending hours spreading color, timelessness and stories. Stories that the souls around me share, using my canvas as the vehicle to say what we are both wanting to say. I find comfort in their memories, as they are not mine, and mold the two together until I find a balance of expression.
The texture seen in my work is the attempt to create emotion that refuses to be contained and thus removes itself from its stagnant place of being 'simply there'.