My work moves across disciplines—painting, poetry, image-text hybrids, performance—each informed by the others, each a channel for what I can’t name directly. I often begin with automatic writing, an overheard phrase, a smudge of color, or a half-seen form—allowing the material to speak before I do. I improvise with intent, letting fragments accumulate until they demand a voice or a body.
I’m drawn to what resists polish: rupture, sincerity, absurdity, trance. I don’t seek resolution so much as recognition—that flicker when something broken, brutal, or beautiful speaks across the threshold.
