Who am I really?
My 5-9-5
I've held a pencil, crayon or paintbrush since the first day I can remember. I have always found myself finding inspiration in the world around me. My art, while indulgent and just for me, actually helps me understand the world in my own way.
The things I make after work. Before work. In between tabs left open too long. Projects that begin accidentally and stay with me longer than expected.
Some of it becomes film. Some of it becomes images, sound, writing, or small experiments that don’t really belong anywhere else.
This is my space for curiosity and instinct. No launch dates. No presentations. No performance metrics. Just experiments and expression.
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. Sometimes, let it change you.
Painting
Oil on Canvas
The Medium Cannot Disappear
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. Drawn toward something beyond him, the child 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, 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 runs toward wonder.
The parent runs toward preservation.
Somewhere between the two lies love.
Experimental Film (2016)
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.
More Musings
Painting, Digital illustration, 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.
