Everything I can not say in words.

My paintings hold that afterthought where time bends, and only our imprint remains. 

Intrinsically feminine; unapologetically human.

The ungraspable smell of my mothers hair.

The atmosphere of a bedroom stained by last night's affairs.

The scuff on a sole of a shoe.

These fleeting moments caught in time’s slipstream, are reborn through oil paint.

The corners of domestic life where vulnerability settles like dust.

Places that hold secrets and stories.