Making Art

My artworks are born out of body recognized primordial truth … the kind of honesty that arrives in the body, not as subtle sensation, but like lightning in the chest that leaves every cell in my body smelling like ozone and wet earth. The kind of truth that feels more like daring exposure because it makes my body tremble and tears spontaneously flood from my eyes, the kind of truth that is courageous vulnerability…the revelatory, uncompromising, radically alive center of undefended transparency itself.

I do not make paintings and sculptures. I forge evidence. Within each one of us is an ancient ache and a roar that remembers. The function of my art: to be the space where the untouched ache meets the ancient roar. My art is a lightning rod of that collision.… a chance to feel it so we wake up, knowing what it’s like to live and breathe and pulse from that epicenter. Each artwork is proof that the crossing is possible. That the unbearable power of tenderness and sensitivity of real living can be felt—not with trepidation, but with a fury of love so vast it tears the world apart and puts it back together, shining.

Each piece is made from the body recognized articulation of truth… made for the people who need to truly love and truly live… unabashed… with the audacious unwillingness to let the voice of worthlessness argue with ecstasy… with the joyous, deliberate release into wild abandoned. Every painting and sculpture is made for people who choose not to push down the unbidden, visceral, irrepressible need to be intimate with a thoroughly lived and loved life.

Art is passion.
Passion is life.
Life is art.