Behind the 9-5

I’ve been making things for as long as I can remember. Painting, writing, filming, collecting fragments, saving references I’ll probably revisit years later.
A lot of my inspiration comes from everyday life. Conversations, objects, sounds, unfinished thoughts, things people leave behind. Making helps me process the world in my own way.
This is a collection of experiments. The things I make after work. Before work. In between tabs left open for too long. Projects that begin accidentally and stay with me longer than expected.
No launch dates and no performance metrics. Just curiosity and instinct.




Sculpture
Sugar I 30ft
Where do I end and where does my environment begin?
A sugar sculpture left to the elements to dissolve, reshape and return. This is proof that transformation is constant.
Be mindful of what surrounds you and sometimes, let it change you.

Painting
Oil on Canvas
Surface Tension
Green specks growing on a rock
like a Pollock painting.
Able to exist
On stony surfaces.
Can the canvas protest
What the artist creates?
If the white stone refused,
Where would the moss go?
In this elaborate
Song and dance.

Experimental Film
Manipulated Photographs
Odu Beda
(Don't run)
A father takes his daughter to the park. The child, drawn toward something beyond him, begins to run. He reaches out his hand and says, “Odu beda.” Don’t run.
The film explores the quiet tension between protection and freedom. It is the fragile distance between a parent and child as they move through the world differently. A playground, built for joy and movement, becomes a space of caution.
At its heart, the film reflects on the choices many women are taught to make. Whether to step fearlessly into the world. Or retreat toward safety.
The child is drawn toward wonder and the parent toward preservation. Somewhere between the two lies love.
What happens when a photograph is burned, stained, sprayed? This work treats the printed image as a physical object rather than a static record. Through acts of damage, layering, and manipulation, the photograph transforms into something unstable and alive.
This experiment explores the photograph as a living surface rather than a fixed memory. The altered images were then sequenced together to form a short film.
Writing
Forgotten Skies: A Study of Permanence
He walks by. Touching the leaves as he does. Velvety against his soft palms. Succumbing underneath his feet. The morning blue sky is dotted with the purest white. A rabbit rides a camel into another boy's dream.
Stars last night fell into constellations. Why are the clouds today only a dreamer’s prophecy? He runs his fingers through his hair. Were they too fickle?
But then. So are we.
Constantly moving. Constantly changing. Little specks. Now here. Now there.
With one splendid gesture, the hen's wing is transformed into a piano. Constantly changing. Constantly dying.