This piece began as a scrap—just something to wipe my brayer. But the strange colors and raw textures caught my eye. I pinned it to my easel and let it linger, asking quietly what it wanted to become. My process is rooted in play, in trust, in letting accidents lead. I layered screen printing ink on fragile tissue until chaos gave way to clarity—until it sparked like fireworks.
Artmaking is where I go when life overwhelms me, when words fall short. In my hardest moments—when I’ve been numb with pain or flooded with feeling—I return to my materials. Creating is how I process, how I find meaning, how I come back to myself. Even a scrap can transform. Even a mess can become something whole.
