“…I would think how words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly doing goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other; and that sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

 

This body of work explores humanity past grief, and disturbance, to find strength in the cyclical nature of becoming what we were not. Through the alternating rhythms of what is patterned and what is held still, marks are made, erased, altered, and reborn. Within this I discover some truth I did not see before the making.

Day Begins

oil on board, 48 x 36, 2018

Night Follows

oil and shellac on board, 48 x 36″, 2017

The Guardians

oil on board, 48 x 36, 2017

One Thousand and One Nights

oil on board, 48 x 36, 2017

The Fortune Teller

oil on board, 36 x 24, 2017

Three Drops

oil on canvas, 60 x 36

The Gardener

oil on board, 24 x 36″, 2017

Gypsy

oil on board, 24 x 17″, 2017

Rest Now

graphite on pale blue paper, 22 x 30″ 2016

The General

 oil on board, 24 x 18″, 2017

Waiting

conte, 10 x 10″, 2016

The Boxer

oil on board, 12 x 12″, 2017

Scheherezade

oil on board, 24 x 18″ 2017

Mother

 pastel, shellac, and charcoal, 36 x 28, 2017