The narrative interplay between my most private, hidden self and the self that exists in relation to people, places, and things is something I keep coming back to in my work. These intersections show up in the use of repetitive mark-making and patterns--grass, hair, veins, wire, droplets of blood and water--and fragmented lines of text filtered through a hazy lens of nostalgic half-memory of places and events.
The body of work that comprises Homesick is deeply personal. Much of it was made in response to various longings, as if by externalizing that which is desired, by putting a name to it and speaking that name aloud, I am bringing it closer to being realized.