I am a stitch. I run. I obsess. I wobble. I pierce. I function. I heal. Art for me is an intuitive exploration of what lies within the body. I approach the process with great curiosity for making visible that which is invisible. Marks form on the canvas in a kinetic fashion - “I want to touch that. I can already feel it.” I play out this infinite dialogue with fabric and thread, paint and pencils. Using my grandmother’s sewing machine and needles, I piece together strips of linen and cover them with hand stitches. Graphite rubbings made from found objects and garden fragments find their way into the underlayers of the paintings. And marks made with my Grandfather’s medical tools scratch and reveal, suggesting growth, connections and our genetic DNA. These intuitive gestures are my path as a painter. Interweaving strength and fragility. Finding beauty in pain. Providing an invisible embrace which awakens the heart and silences the mind.