The work I create is an impulse: to pour, mix, wash, and mark. In the act of making, I find myself going through alternating stages of frenetic doubt and steady meditation. For as long as I can remember, this has been my process.
In the past, I used flowers as a starting point to later abstract into an exquisitely tense oblivion. Now, I start with oblivion. No purpose, no mind, no means to an end. I simply try to move forward hoping that it becomes something as beautiful as the elegant order of natural phenomena. I see storms, blooms, blood, and age.
These images are a collection of rhythmic moments from within. The exacting marks are a detailed self exploration and represent the internal shifts between states of chaos and coherence.
[ image by Lindsey LaRue Photography ]