Statement

Steel sculptures, carved stone and wood panels, large-scale paintings, and mixed-media pieces all share a common foundation: the act of surrendering to the creative process rather than imposing will upon it. I work with materials that carry their own histories: soils collected from travels across continents, paint skins salvaged from old palettes, steel that holds the memory of every hammer blow, stone that remembers geological time. Each series emerges from a different inquiry—Heavy Metal Bubbles explores resilience through the paradox of ephemeral bubbles made permanent in scarred metal; Ascendancy traces how patterns repeat across generations through carved lines; Touching Colors and Colors of the Wind document the conversation between intention and accident as layers accumulate. These aren't separate practices but facets of a single exploration into what it means to be human, living life, negotiating the world we inhabit.

Garden of My Mind synthesizes years of observing beautiful, remote places, translating accumulated sensations into large-scale abstractions that oscillate between landscape and pure color. My Theopneustos (God-breathed) series represents the synthesis of all these practices—transformational pieces that take their inspiration from people I know and love, from myths, ballads, poems, and musical scores. What unites them is the quality of attention they require, both in making and in viewing, asking for surrender from both maker and viewer.

My Historic American Pop series takes a different approach, pairing historic photographs from pivotal moments in American democracy with abstract expressionist backgrounds. As the great-granddaughter of Eleanor and Franklin Roosevelt, I use my family legacy to create visual "pops" of history that make the past visceral and urgent for contemporary audiences. These paintings pair a wide range and diverse historical images with the powerful words of my great grandparents that still speak to today's struggles, issues and concerns.

Across all my work, whether transforming fleeting bubbles into permanent steel or pulling historic moments into painted present, I'm interested in the same question: how do we stay attached to the vine, how do we bear fruit, how do we allow something to breathe through us that exceeds our individual intention?