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BIOGRAPHY
As a kid it was mostly about defiance. About rebelling against the maths and sciences in a cowardly attempt to protect myself from the things I could not understand. As I got older it came to be about release. About learning to let go of the things I want most in this world in order to make room for the things I need. Less angst. More acceptance. Art lets me love the ugly. Painting forces me to look the reality of the world around me in the eye and then it blesses me with the chance to change it. It begs me to climb inside the parts of me that dont make sense, all the bruises and the broken hearts, and get down on the floor with fear and work. It makes the giant promise that grace, fate and divine intervention will meet me there. I paint because I am selfish, because I want to know the point. I paint because life isnt fair and sometimes I cant take it. I paint for proof that this is real, that he was here, that she said the things I think she did. I paint so I can have something real to hold on to when the moments gone and disappeared and all thats left of it is color. I stand alone in the little room where I live with my dog and I look at the things I have created. I hear a million voices, different sides to the exact same story, all speaking to me at once. I close my eyes and breathe it in. I touch the things Ive made and I am grateful.
