Artists Statement:

Am I real yet? These perpetual vicissitudes and enigmatic shifts, they hurt. There is a certain liquidation of my former self still occurring, an elimination of what I can no longer digest. Here, I present to you: my insides. Take them as you will, for they are yours to contend with. I’ve hollowed out a space just for you, though the nothingness left is dredged with obfuscated memories—a ghost of what once was now stands beside you. 

I think again of what cannot be articulated, (this ringing in my fingertips, the sick stuck in my chest) whilst creating. To grab hold of the intangible, to glare into this bright and unbearable reality of ours—to gut myself, 

leak desolation amongst love so red it bleeds, and to wake again alone and intact. Art is my vessel for grabbing hold of what may very well be lost to the ravages of time. My own permanence a fickle construct, I allow my paints to take hold of me—trickling throughout, it’s viscosities take my shape, expelling the rot that lives within me through merciless formations of color and obsessive renderings of oil.