I draw the same bones over and over on salvaged wood, cabinet doors, painted over canvas, whatever I can find - things that already have a history. My work is about what parts of you remain after everything tries to reduce you to something manageable.

There are timestamps and codes in the work, everything gets recorded. Crossed out words cover things I'm still deciding on or I wish I had said or that are too painful. Black bar redactions cover the rest. I want to make an open diary. To be honest but sideways, with some deniability, allowing viewers to decide what’s left unsaid.

I write and paint when I have I have to, sometimes reusing the same images, the way you keep coming back to certain memories. Memory works like that. Grief works like that. The same thing showing up in different times, people and circumstances.

My work is about the body as a site of tenderness and damage. About intimacy that got complicated. About an ache that bleeds onto everything else. About being a person in a world that wants to know what to do with you, but not knowing what to do with yourself.