The work has appeared in front of me, without pre-planning, without intention; just the medium and me. It has come not from a disciplined practice, but in its own time. In fits and starts. In bold, short-lived utterances. 
 

Each series came to tell me something, to explain me to myself, even as I may not have been ready for the lessons. It is only now, after decades of this uneven making that I can see the body of it. Its patterns have become clear, the conversations between each series, evident.  

 

If art’s purpose is to catalyze self-expression, it has done its job well for me. It has been a voice when I had none. It has been a beacon, a tiny flame inside me casting a thin ray of light into the future. In the work, you will find themes of secrecy, grief, perseverance, and triumph; a delicate dance between strength and fragility.