Everything I can not say in words.
My paintings hold that afterthought where time bends, and only our imprint remains.
Intrinsically feminine; unapologetically human.
The ungraspable smell of my mothers hair.
The atmosphere of a bedroom stained by last night's affairs.
The scuff on a sole of a shoe.
These fleeting moments caught in time’s slipstream, are reborn through oil paint.
The corners of domestic life where vulnerability settles like dust.
Places that hold secrets and stories.
