I typically work within a creative process that employs focused research on my chosen subject matter. I enjoy the education and exploration of my subject and in that exploration I often create multiple visions of subsequent works. Initially my creative thought process is violent and very chaotic but throughout the application the processes changes as my toil becomes a work of art.  I accredit that process of change to the feminine side of my art spirit.

My art is a struggle of applied techniques, new innovations and chaotic thoughts gestured and unresolved. I thrive on that turmoil and find gratification in seeking fruition. I am constantly exploring, stumbling, and brewing over my works with great anticipation.   I become so engrossed in each magnificent detail from my visions to the stroke of the charcoal or brush that I find myself barely breathing.  I thrive on assemblage of objects juxtaposed in a way to treat the senses to wonder and interest with a twist of the mysterious.

In an instant art can easily consume my being. From such intense thought, I become anxious and have an innate need to express myself. My work is many things to me, some of those things have no words they are only art; pure and simple. I literally hide messages and words in my work as if the viewer may find a lost piece of the puzzle. Somehow I think of it as a game or a secrete conversation between myself, the art, and the viewer. I am passionate about what I do and how I am able to express myself in a multi-media fashion.   Art comes from within my soul; it is the true creative, chaotic comfort that I have always known as myself.