Blast

A Big Bang.

I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. As soon as I could hold a marker, I was filling in coloring books, covering sheets of paper with lines and colors. From a young age, I found joy in the simple act of making marks, of creating something out of nothing. When it became clear during my school years that I wasn’t much good at anything else, I was gently steered toward an education in the arts. Since then, drawing has been the foundation of everything I do. It is how I process the world, how I make sense of the things that happen in my life.

"The world seems to be having a blast."

Later, as my practice developed, drawing remained at the core. Every painting I made began first as a drawing. In recent years, I’ve returned more consciously to drawing and working on paper—initially out of necessity, with two small children and work demanding most of my time. But along the way, I rediscovered my deep love for the medium: its purity, its directness, its modest, humble nature. I love how pen, ink, marker, and paint interact, each material bringing its own energy to the page. While many of these recent works include paint, I still consider them drawings at heart.

Out of necessity

In the fast pace of life today, I feel my drawings must be just as immediate. There’s no time for unnecessary decoration or overthinking. I need a direct line from my mind to the page, a way to quickly address the thoughts that press most heavily.

In a time when the news overwhelms us with violence, cruelty, and injustice, it feels right to respond with something small, a sign of a human touch. Drawing, in its humility, is a way for me to face these horrors, to witness without pretending I can solve or explain them.

Sence of urgency

My current process demands speed and clarity. How can I create the strongest impact in the shortest amount of time, without losing the tactility of working with materials or the satisfaction of a surface handled with care? In some way, this need for immediacy feels like a reflection of the times we live in. Fast, aggressive, little time for deep reflection. Yet these blasts are stilled in time, a still image, a witness perhaps.