I am perplexed by
excessiveness, the interrupted; the intermittent; the fractured; the
broken; this work is an exploration; there is no singular meaning. It is in flux, as are my emotions, and
then juxtaposed inside a box (the canvas), a container, and my heart.
My work continues to be
a dispute between the broken (myself) and the healed-a search for continual
peace and growth amid the layers of dirt in life. Roots, fruit, boxes, birds,
deer, all layers which construct the architecture of who I am and who I want to