What I know for sure is that a loving creative force surrounds us at all times. We are always invited to co-create with it, and when we do we connect to that which is One with the entire universe.

Sometimes painting is just prayerful movement. And that is enough.

I am a sensation of light, fire, bursting, shifting, cracking, floating, flowing. I am an eruption, an awakening, a monsoon of myself. I am a memory of eternal oneness.

I refuse to be the cause of my own suffering.

From all the mishaps and missteps, my life has been presented with one persistent question, "How can I turn this burden into a blessing." Answering this question has become the guiding light in the inevitable, fruitful darkness.

My paintings come from darkness as much as light. There is so much more to the story than the bloom. If you see my beauty, you see my pain transformed in darkness through prayer and persistence.