It is important to me as an artist to blend worlds together, in most cases reality with fantasy. I am a third culture kid (TCK) – a child who has traveled all over the globe. Perhaps that is why I’m drawn to the uncanny: my life has been one surreal journey.
My art is an extension of myself — my imagination. I investigate truth within my own darker wonderland. I contemplate and search deeply in my mind where I find a realm of intangible ideas. I then turn my imaginings into reality. There is a direct correlation between my art work and my taste in literature. I often draw inspiration from existing texts. I love descriptive, intricate, articulate, dark, obscure tales. My work echoes this dystopian mood. Although my work is fictional, it comes from an emotional and truthful place. It is often perceived as eerie; things seem strange. I am a happy person but I find beauty in the representation of the ugly. By ugly I mean the deep ugly truths and emotions that boil to the surface when human beings are pushed to extremes: a murder and the guilt that comes with it, a mistreated mental illness that festers inside and gnaws at you, or living like a human puppet.
Truths are unveiled and personalities are exposed. Things creep all over. I communicate with my audience by instilling them with images that loiter. I like to haunt people so that some remnant of my work can linger in their heads long after they leave the theater.