2025, Acrylic, spray paint, collage, pastel on cradled birch panel. 42”x32”x2”,
The repetition of circles is a way of making sense of chaos. It becomes a meditation on the body’s inner workings—particularly the cells that have “run amok”—as well as an invitation to enter other realms of consciousness in search of peace, healing, and a deeper understanding of our impermanence.
I hold close the metaphor of our bodies as vessels—containers that carry us through life, holding, releasing, and even seeping blood, sweat, and tears.
2025, Acrylic, spray paint, collage, pastel on cradled birch panel. 42”x32”x2”,
The repetition of circles is a way of making sense of chaos. It becomes a meditation on the body’s inner workings—particularly the cells that have “run amok”—as well as an invitation to enter other realms of consciousness in search of peace, healing, and a deeper understanding of our impermanence.
I hold close the metaphor of our bodies as vessels—containers that carry us through life, holding, releasing, and even seeping blood, sweat, and tears.
