Ever since I was a wee lass, I was always asking questions about meaning, purpose, and what it means to be happy. I don’t think there are real answers to those questions, but I think it’s the wrestling with those questions that make life meaningful. Or letting them go all together. Not thinking about them at all, and simply living. Truly being “here” as much as you can. I try to stay as present my consciousness allows me. I’ve been blessed and cursed with a mind that is very active. (Raise you hand if you feel me) But thankfully art has saved me from myself. In my work, it’s the tried and true way I’ve been able to turn my mind off.

In the gallery, you will read about my pieces, but honestly, when I’m making the work, something else is taking over me. There is not a thought in my head when I’m painting. My clever brain may come up with general emotions and concepts around the work afterwards…

But, eh, I say hold all of those things loosely. In fact, hold your entire life loosely.

Let’s all not mind too much what happens or what it all means. Let’s let the silent, peaceful part of ourselves enjoy beauty simply for what it is.