If I know anything at all, it is that the body is a place for holding. It holds and it holds, and when we think it can’t, it goes on holding. Through all the pain that we fear is too much, the body remains steadfast, and reliable, as a vessel. Your body will hold your pleasure too. At sunset, at breakfast, at your lover’s home, and at war, your body will go on holding.

In my body of work, I hold beauty, pain, mundanity, and magic. I think normal things are worth turning into art. Because of this, people find themselves and their own emotionality in my work easily, seeing themselves reflected back to them through our shared humanness. I love exploring the human experience, the broadness of emotionality, the body and soul, and the beauty of things as they are.