We are sheltered in walls as we are housed in our bodies.
Walls deteriorate as our minds age.
Layered histories—marred, covered over, and reduced to a facade,
They now exist as transitory records.
I make paintings of decaying walls as metaphor for what is forgotten.
Beginning with brick, sturdy and stable,
The work is distorted and magnified to expose subtle scars.
Tactile and tangible, yet distant and bruised.
Like skin, I peel back a quiet trauma.
My practice unearths what is suppressed over time.