Acrylic, Oil, and Ink on Canvas, 36 x 24 in., 2019

”Peak inside, but don’t read my mind,
Stained my hands from trying to find,
Hope or peace in a useless plight,
Until my heart’s eclipsed in greater light,
A moon reflecting a greater glory,
Letting the Author write my story,
No longer sinking in pointless strife,
A tired skeleton brought back to life.”

Inspired by Romans 8:10

Pen and Ink on Paper, 8.5 x 11 in., 2017

This piece relates dysthymia to the plant kudzu. Dysthymia is mild but long-term form of depression, where one can go days and weeks feeling ok before the melancholy feelings return. Kudzu is an invasive plant which took over many parts of the artist’s home in the southeastern United States; in spite many efforts, it keeps coming back.

Oil on Canvas, 11x14 in., 2019

This piece is a commentary on how women’s voices are often drowned out by a hive of doubts and disbelief in society. Though her words are sweet as the honey dripping from her mouth, the bees flock to drown out her voice. However, she is a rarity that should be treasured, as the Kadupul blossoms around her reinforce. Kadupul is a rare flower found in rainforest climates that only blooms for two hours around midnight. Though the blooms produce a beautiful perfume, as soon as they are cut, the flower dies. If the woman or Kadupul are cut off, they will wilt away, as will the insects who need the blooms to survive.

Oils and Ink on Canvas, 36 x 20 in., 2018

Hello dear, it’s me again.
I see you’ve been going through a lot, so I’m back my friend.
The one loyal companion who’s always there through the rough.
The one who reenforces how it’s all so tough.
I keep you grounded, it’s true I swear.
I’ll keep pointing out your flaws til it’s too much to bear.
I know you can’t stand me, or rather... you.
Cause we are the same person, this isn’t something new.
I’m your depression you see.
I’m a part of you as much as you’re a part of me.
.....
Time has passed on and on.
And still I’m here, singing the same song.
But you’ve changed quite a bit dear.
Though you still lend me your ear,
You now fight me without fear.
You won’t let the doubts long hold steer.
You’re flying freer now.
While I’m still stuck on the same ground.
You still try to leave me in tow.
I won’t say goodbye yet though...
.....
I won’t believe your lies anymore
I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try

This poem is intertwined in the painting itself, but presented here for the viewer to read.

Acrylics, Oils, and Mixed Media on Canvas, 36 x 24 in., 2018

The Wo/anderLu/ost series speaks about acknowledging negatives and finding positive ways to grow through them. In this piece, the narwhal holds doubts and fears that constantly come back to close the throat of the girl. In spite of this, the girl still releases her thoughts, feelings, and opinions out into the ocean, or world, which is represented by the fish struggling to break free and swimming away.

Pen and Ink on Paper, 7 x 10 in., 2019

A sketch about a star who only has the thin separation of the ring she sits on to divide her reality from the void of her mind.

Based on the song Void by The Neighbourhood

Clay, Acrylics, and Found Objects, 2016

A self-portrait bust, speaking to the artist's quiet nature but overflowing thoughts and creativity, represented by the locked lips and busting gears respectively.

See all angles of the work under ‘Form’ative Inquiries in the Gallery.