A bit about my process... 

Preparing my dad's masks.. dyeing prior to sanding. 

Ink on paper! 

andddddddd..... adding COLOR- oil paint and wax.
As well as 3D details - clay worms, shells, leaves..

After a hair makeover + bracelet bling and snail :) 

My brain is preoccupied with the idea of existence, and the only thing that brings me peace is transforming that existence into something physical, visual - an expression of that existence?  I need to prove that i am here. I am here, I am thinking, I am feeling, I care, I love, I empathize, I am seeing this world, chewing it in my brain and spitting it out - more colorful, more random, more confused.. Yes, I am small. Yes, everyone I love is just a useless little fragile human who will be forgotten in a blink of time's eye.. BUT, I am here, I feel, and I see the world. 

I love knowledge; I find literature, history and science fascinating. But it has always been a struggle for me to concentrate on JUST the history, JUST the science. In school my brain would wander from my homework (against my will) connecting the history the science, to MY existence. In college, majoring in biology, I found it a struggle to be purely scientific - it felt incredibly dry; Impersonal... and hence, unimportant. 

You can't get anything real done with that mindset. The only thing you can do is just make a bunch of art and hope that somehow someone will see it and say 'i think I kinda get what you mean'.


[ the photo is me working on an encaustic outside, taken last month - I don't have very good ventilation in my studio, and instead work on encaustics on my porch ] 

Starting this blog to document my ideas, my process.. and to become comfortable with talking about my art. I am always creating, always in the middle of working on multiple projects - and nobody even knows!! The world is missing out! Here I go.

(above is a painting from about a year ago, 'Gargoyle's Song' 4X2 feet)
I tend to create odd creatures that aren't exactly human, but are relatable in their oddities. I like to imagine how this little guy feels - he's unique, creepy, lonely, and that makes the depth and beauty of his soul (proof: flower music creations) even more poignant. He's just a little sweetie and if he were real, I would give him a hug (and then leave him, so that he can continue to do his solitary thing). Hm..... that is pretty much what I do with my boyfriend..