I make work every day. I don’t always know what it means while I’m making it. The meaning comes later in the keeping, not the making. I work in mixed media and collage, building surfaces from paint, torn paper, found materials, and text. I’m drawn to making the wrongness visible. Not resolving it. Just putting it on the surface where it has to be looked at. I work from my studio in Oceanside.
I am not a reliable witness to my own life. Depression and ADHD mean that experience doesn’t always land when it happens. Feelings arrive late, if they arrive. The work is partly an attempt to create external evidence of an internal life I can’t fully access any other way.