I was born into a family who held creativity in high regard. My earliest memories are of finger paints and crayons, and my siblings and I had total access to a craft closet that my parents kept stocked for us. All of the adults in my life honored and trusted my gifts from the very beginning, and when I decided as a young woman to pursue a creative career, they were delighted. I will forever be grateful for this.
I attended and graduated from the Fine Arts program at Auburn University (2010-2014), an experience and education that I cherish, and I married the love of my life while I was still in school. I spent the next 5 years making work somewhat infrequently and slowly finding my voice as a painter.
I became a professional when I became a mother in 2019. The combination of forced structure, sudden scarcity of time, and intense love catapulted my creativity and ambition. I thought I was going to have to put my dreams on hold for my son, but instead he led me to them. Motherhood didn’t make me a martyr; it made me more of myself.
I fell in love with oils when I first got to work with them in college. I was absolutely enamored with their versatility. Oil paint can be like icing or like water, thick or thin, gloss or matte, transparent or opaque. It can be used to make crisp lines and the tiniest details, and it can be blurred to the point of tricking the viewer’s eyes out of focus. Slow drying makes it almost infinitely forgiving, so I am free to play and make mistakes without fear or hesitation. Oil painting is, for me, the pinnacle of creative freedom.
My work falls somewhere in the category of “abstract realism”. I paint from life, photography, and my imagination. I paint for pleasure, wonder, playful curiosity and creativity, and for my own spiritual health. These are my values in my work, and I hope and believe that the magic and healing that I experience as I create it is transferrable to the viewer in their own experience of the art.
My aesthetic is dark. Not in a dismal way, but in the way that the splendor of the galaxy is no longer obscured by the sun at night. The way dim lighting signals an epicurean promise in fine restaurants and boudoirs.
Lustrous gold in my work signifies sacredness the way it has in iconography for millennia. Not because the objects themselves are sacred, but because I believe the 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 of art and beauty, as well as the creation of it, elevates our spirits closer to the Divine.
An 18th century poet said about the artistic movement he was a part of, “it is precisely situated neither in choice of subject nor in exact truth, but in a way of feeling.” (Charles Baudelaire)
This is exactly where I feel the value of my work lies.
The feeling Baudelaire spoke of is universal and indiscriminate, and I believe it is the expression of love from something ethereal and otherworldly. I am endlessly infatuated with the mystery and romance of it. I am humbled and grateful every day that I get to be a part of it.