Works

Twenty twenty-two was a year where loss and upheaval tested the boundaries of my sanity and the resilience of my spirit. The passing of a beloved grandma, the death of an estranged father, and the end of a 15-year marriage, became the scenes of my reality all at once.

Amidst this darkness, I turned to art as a sanctuary. And although broken, my relentlessly optimistic heart knew that this gloom was temporary and grudgingly acknowledged that it was fuel for my creative soul. I found solace in my artistic exploration all the while battling crippling self-doubt and misplaced self-confidence every third day.

And like many artists before me, I have been inspired by the great Surrealists and their masterpieces. The sad yet tender hues reflect my own fragile sorrows. The detachment of limbs embody my journey of putting myself back together in the wake of profound loss. The fretful faces mirror the surreal masks I’ve worn as defence mechanisms in my search for healing and authenticity.

My work is an affirmation of life's dizzying twists and vivid contradictions. But more than anything, it's a declaration that life’s ironies deserve to be celebrated, heartbroken or otherwise. Never in my life have I felt so brave and so afraid, so immersed and so withdrawn, so abundant and so empty, everything and nothing. All in synchrony. The little corner of the world I created harboured all of my hopes and despair and they coexisted in unexpected harmony! It is but a speck of a hole I crawl into for introspection — and come out of, decidedly transformed each time.

With all that, it is my hope that the convergence of my catharsis and artistic journey is both deeply personal and universally resonant. I’m delighted you're here and ever so grateful for the opportunity to share what life has been through my works.