My relationship with each painting has become my being. Each moment of sheer revelation, along with every fit of rage and ruin, has created a partnership between myself and my art. After reevaluating my conscience as a seventeen year old, I now realize that art is the only opportunity I have to be raw and unapologetic with the world. My journey began in August of 2018, when I completed my first painting. Photography has additionally been a creative outlet and my narrative in both fields is what I am hoping to master when I begin the next chapter at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago.

          In my house, my time is primarily spent in our “art room”, a guest bedroom that has slowly become my own creative home. My experience in the world of painting ultimately includes the weeks I spent hunkering down in that small space. I’ve spent an unfathomable amount of hours in that room, praying that my art sparks emotion from my audience. Art has provided me with the gift of feeling less alone, so my only wish is to let someone know through my paintings that I understand.

          My art and I continuously dance, twirling in a fit of love and resentment towards one another. Some days we are abstract and transparent, other days we are buried deep below the surface. On either route my aspirations stay the same and every painting has the greatest amount of me that it can withstand.