ABSTRACT STUDIO
DECEMBER 2025
What brings hope to the grief at my center? I will admit it is constant. And yet that too sways from sadness to beauty to joy and back again. Perhaps that is just how it goes. And yet I yearn to answer that nagging question... who am I?
I wonder if I am not the sum of all that I have lost… dappled across my present moment. My being presents a tangible history of how much has changed, a mirror of the world's becoming. Maybe I am a reflection...
I paint yearning to find my place in the world and do as little harm as I possibly can along my own process of becoming.
Through creation, I continue.
Through creation, I continue.