My mother, like our Mother Earth was the first gentle hand that showed me how to make marks on paper. She too was an artist. Her medium was mostly water colors. I would sit with her for hours and would paint alongside her. With my mothers transformation from this life to the next, she left with me the desire to also transform and change. To never think twice about a mistake and to keep moving forward.

Simplicity and complexity. Two words that make up our world. The simplistic way of using house paints, magic markers, basic painters canvas or just about any thing rugged enough to make it to my canvas is what I desire. The complexity of my placement are like the leaves on the forest floor, neatly arranged and unquestioned. My strokes are like clouds in the sky, branches in a tree, no two are alike.

Like the planet in which we live, only the flexible and determined creatures make it. You must go with the flow. Much like the river, the medium flows though as the paint flows though my hands onto the surface, twisting and turning, making its way to the final journey of completion or something that feels complete.