My creative process is tempered by my inclination for introversion and my desire for exhibitionism. This duality makes my art a diary and the viewer a voyeur as I process the personal. I strive to be unflinchingly intimate, to the point of discomfort, while maintaining ambiguity. The strength is in the implicit, even as I exploit the explicit. Evoking both the alien and the familiar, I mutate recognizable forms in an attempt to control my own reality.
Combining soft and hard, the sumptuous and the disturbing, the tactilely inviting and the visually off-putting, I work with the detritus of womanhood. I see many of my raw materials as lost artifacts, both ubiquitous and precious, discarded symbols of intimate moments, and an exploration of the feminine grotesque.