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I resist assigning a label to my art, because the inspiration for my work is not always consistent, though it is inevitably brought on by a struggle of some sort. Sometimes the struggle is one between my compulsion for order and my desire to embrace chaos. This dichotomy is often expressed in my paintings through the use of repeating squares, with each geometric shape encapsulating disorder but finding cohesion in the pattern of repetition. Other times the struggle is one brought about by my fight with MS. The fight between what I wish I could do and what I am actually capable of doing; the disease literally placing limits on my physical abilities. The appearance I present may be one of functioning normalcy while I actually feel sick and broken. I am left with first-hand knowledge that appearances can be deceiving and this is expressed in my work; what presents as an abstract painting is actually a landscape. I turn beautiful scenes into seeming disarray, flipping the coin on the way I perceives myself: a pleasant face masking pain.
Regardless of my initial inspiration, what always remains consistent for me is a true passion for color and art. My work is not only my emotional outlet but my ongoing obsession, one that maintains control of my mind even when the disease that afflicts me has taken control of my body. It is through my work that I remain grounded while simultaneously liberated from my physical self. I am free to roam the endless possibilities of my consciousness, thoughts that are informed by fragmented memories and moments from my past. It is these disjointed recollections of moments and color that have inspired my work, entitled "The Colors I Remember". |