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artist statement
I have painted since childhood and have been called a ghost because nothing of those early
days remain. Now I see as the first opportunity to illustrate the pathways of a ghost. This
passion drives me to work feverishly, memories acting as muses, doorways, pictures of sitting
in my uncle’s lap watching him paint, staring out of the psychiatric hospital's windows painting
unseen worlds. My eyes have always been open, what you see in my art is my interpretation
and ongoing spiritual walk through darkness toward light. In my creative expression I find
sanctuary that permits pain a language, whether through colour, bold line, marks of anger,
dream-world, cruelty and even love, a story unfolds in tongues never before allowed, I have
been dissuaded from being myself as long as I can remember, my art censored for being
disrespectful. Being told to paint blue bonnets on lavatory seats or to stop wasting my time, has
only fertilized my fury to translate and give life to silence, realizing the moments that brought me
here, in all colour, night and day, to finally witness my own voice.
days remain. Now I see as the first opportunity to illustrate the pathways of a ghost. This
passion drives me to work feverishly, memories acting as muses, doorways, pictures of sitting
in my uncle’s lap watching him paint, staring out of the psychiatric hospital's windows painting
unseen worlds. My eyes have always been open, what you see in my art is my interpretation
and ongoing spiritual walk through darkness toward light. In my creative expression I find
sanctuary that permits pain a language, whether through colour, bold line, marks of anger,
dream-world, cruelty and even love, a story unfolds in tongues never before allowed, I have
been dissuaded from being myself as long as I can remember, my art censored for being
disrespectful. Being told to paint blue bonnets on lavatory seats or to stop wasting my time, has
only fertilized my fury to translate and give life to silence, realizing the moments that brought me
here, in all colour, night and day, to finally witness my own voice.