My work is a collision. It is abrupt. I paint on my labored canvases in a way that makes them fight back. I make my materials fray, stretch, and defy permanence.

My colors are brackish. My figures are raw, fragmented, and unapologetically incomplete. They don’t ask to be understood. Or even observed. They don’t show you anything, yet you see everything.

Often, I lure you in with a sly smirk, a flirtation. Only to pull you into dense and secret underpinnings.

These works feel you up, shamelessly grope your soul, making moves on you until you question the neatly stitched-together narratives you tell yourself about your memory, identity, and art.

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