I make mixed media paintings and collages that grow through damage and revision. Most pieces begin with something simple, a mark, a scrap of paper, a figure. From there I build layers of acrylic, collage, and texture, only to cut back into them again. Parts are buried. Parts are revealed. The final image is whatever survives that process.

That process mirrors the way I understand memory. I don’t trust the first version of a story, especially my own. So I test it. I cover it, interrupt it, scrape it down, and rebuild. What remains visible becomes evidence of the search.

Many of the works come out of personal history: addiction, strained relationships, private guilt, small moments of discovery. I’m not trying to illustrate those events. I’m after the residue they leave behind. If the work is doing its job, it carries that weight while leaving enough space for someone else to find themselves within it.