Look at everything I can’t say in words. Portfolio About If I could hold it quietly, I wouldn’t smear my hands with color.This is the shape of feeling, the weight of memory, the sound of my own breath when the world goes silent. My work is intrinsically feminine; unapologetically human.As fragile as a glass on the edge of a table.As relentless as Cezanne’s mountains.As tense as the sound of a man’s boots down the hallway.As raw as the sticky skin beneath a scab. These fleeting moments caught in time’s slipstream, are reborn through oil paint.Quiet glimpses of private spaces I inhabit (you inhabit)— places that hold secrets and stories.A moment where the body’s imprint remains.
