I’ve been an artist for as long as I can remember. My early work was rooted firmly in observation. I painted things: pots, people, trees, flowers. Reality. I looked at the world around me and tried to capture it in a drawing or painting. I studied and I practiced, and eventually I felt I had a pretty good handle on my understanding of the visual world.
My professional life was a creative one, unfolding through graphic design and illustration, pattern and lettering design. My career created the opportunity to show up every day immersed in creativity and the visual world. I developed artistically in many
ways, exploring my love of color, precision, composition.
Increasingly, though, I felt the need to return to my own personal artistic expression. I turned my gaze inward, and began exploring ways to give form to my invisible reality. I found myself noticing my own contradictions: I love careful geometry, but loose, playful strokes feel equally authentic. I love the precision of hard edges, but also a soft ethereal feeling. My current work lives in this paradox, exploring how order and chaos, precision and spontaneity, structure and atmosphere, can coexist together.