...i think identity is the core to how we move through the world. it shapes what we think we deserve, what we attempt, what we tolerate, and what we believe is possible. for years, my identity had become wrapped up in illness, and because i no longer felt like myself...

...we lose something as we get older. not creativity itself…but permission. every child is creative, so what happens? somewhere along the way, we start asking if we’re good enough, and if the answer isn’t obvious…we stop...

if we feel lonely, we search for connection. when we find connection, we begin revealing more of ourselves, when we reveal more of ourselves, we create the possibility of being seen...

...and if we are seen, perhaps we feel a little more alive.

i’ve felt suspended a few times throughout my life: in between jobs, relationships, and different versions of myself. those periods tended to be uncomfortable. i found myself yearning for clarity, and wanting to know what happens next.

but these in between stages serve a purpose...

one of the greatest gifts painting has given me is permission not to rush towards certainty. i think sometimes we believe we need to understand something before we can express it...but perhaps the opposite is true...

the story behind my return to painting…

in October (2025), i started painting again after a 7 year hiatus — but something was off…like being in a state of mind you don’t fully understand, but you feel invincible. have you experienced a moment like that?