To recover is to rediscover.
I awoke alone one morning and found that I’d tried the wrong media, in an effort to paint over my sorrows.
I longed to be a child again, a time before I knew ghosts or regret. I picked up my cast-off pens and brushes, and my burden lightened.
I began to see past the changes and mistakes in my life. I transformed into myself: a hopeful kid with a crayon in hand, wishing to make the world a tiny bit happier and more beautiful, one doodle at a time.
My work aims to bring us together to a playground where we can set troubles aside and rest in the wild, swirling, colorful world around us and the joys which have been there all along.