I’m free on the weekends.  Free as a bird. No rules, no mistakes. A time to talk in paint and plaster, clay and dye. To pull from the past and connect to the future. To stay up late (i.e. 8:45pm) and make a mess. To use art as therapy for my mind and body and to create work that is as much, if not more, about the process than the outcome.  It is a form of rebellion and in my opinion it yields some pretty sick shit.
I feel really lucky to have the time and space to find out what is inside of me
and discover right before my eyes how it wants to be expressed.  It’s a pleasure to get to be this true.