The Process:

It began in early 2020 as not much more than a bucket of house paint, a personal loss, and a global pandemic. Sloppy and unplanned, it was a primal process of splashing too much paint onto an unstretched canvas before repeatedly picking it up and slamming it to the ground. It was completely devoid of preciousness or pretense, birthed from an obsession to get to the source of, and potentially numb, what I was feeling. That obsession has informed not only my exploration of self, but of my method and materials. Over the past two years, hardware store house paint has given way to a deep exploration of raw earth and mineral pigments. Though some of these pigments were purchased or gathered locally in the beginning, I now travel the world to find them and to learn from the cultures that continue to use them. The paint created with these pigments, from the subtler natural hues to the brilliant jewel tones, will remain for millennia, outlasting me by hundreds and even thousands of years. Long after the painting process, and the motivation behind that process, has been forgotten, the paintings, the experiences, and the connections infused within them themselves will remain.