I am a painter.
I didn't always believe that, though.
After college I spent most of my twenties in a whirlwind of having kids and simultaneously growing up. Life was busy, sweet, and blurry. But in the middle of the wild, a simple conversation brought clarity. My daughter and I were talking about what she wanted to be one day. I was encouraging her to follow her dreams. So she asked me what my childhood dream was. It didn't take me long to answer— because it's never changed.
"Do you still want to be an artist, Mom?"
Not long after (at the close of 2018), I cleared out a storage area in my garage, made it my studio, and haven't looked back. Life is still busy and sweet, just not as blurry. Art brings me so much peace, and choosing to make space for it has changed my perspective on life. I am so grateful to Claire Thriffiley for believing in me so early on and sharing my work in her gallery, and for all those who have connected with my work in some way.
I strive to make art that captures something of our universal human reach. The reach for what is beyond. What is within. What is still becoming.
Objectively speaking, this means I paint a lot of hands. There’s a capacity in these fingers to connect, create, feel, lift. I’m very compelled by that. I’m also very drawn to the common bond we all have with nature. The shared air. The shared beauty.
I'll also never tire of painting a portrait. There's magic in how a single expression can convey a flood of feeling. That fascinates me.
I was born and raised in New Orleans, and currently live with my family in the Metairie area.