It's the same source...

Everything I make is an echo of something infinitely larger and infinitely smaller than myself. It’s within my programming, something I understand and carry with me to everything I do. It’s beyond words. It’s a feeling that’s both the most true and the most mysterious, like some shiny rock I keep turning in my hands, studying, peering into, holding up to the light, examining in the shadows. Everything I make, photographs, graphic design projects, sketches, paintings, sculpture, etc., each of these is just an iteration of something of greater importance. It doesn’t exactly matter what I make primarily, at any given time, what matters is what I bring to it, and being open to that great unnameable thing.

Inseparable Facets

You can’t hold the moonlight, you have to love it as it is. 18 x 24 inches. acrylic on paper. 2017.

Being chronically ill and being professional don’t exactly seem like they go together, and I struggle with how to represent myself to others and be taken seriously.  I’m not able to separate the parts of me that are sick, from the parts of me that are intelligent, skilled, and focused. I have to address the whole, or the parts suffer and wreck me.

So I’m setting out to just be myself, writing about art and life, and embracing that you may take it or leave it.