My aesthetic is a defense mechanism. Places and objects that are clean, crisp, and brand new make me crazy because they appear empty to me. These pristine things drive me to crumble the edges; rub dirt, paint, wax, and oil into their corners; tear them to pieces; rearrange; and reassemble. I feel the need to fill every inch of space with color, symbols, words, and mystery. I am compelled by a burning need deep inside me to transform the objects that come into my grasp and the spaces I occupy.
Currently I am exploring two themes in my work, my relations ship with myself and with animals. I create art about myself in an attempt to explore the surprise, anger, frustration, and disappointment I feel when examining my lack of control over my life and my body. In turn I create art that reveals my relationships with animals, and how I hold them sacred. They act as my guardians offering comfort and guidance when I am at most vulnerable, examining myself. From this body of work also comes the crossover pieces that reconcile the division I experience as I swing from one state of emotion to another and back again.