Artist Statement:

Last night I was in a warm colored, dusty city at the edge of the sea. When the wave went out it revealed the underbelly of a pier with smooth, figurative sculptures carved into the rocks. The wave was out for minutes at a time allowing me to walk around in awe and wonder at these hidden treasures. As the wave crashed back in, I was swept by the cool turquoise water towards the red-sand shore. (dream 2/19/25)

I dream vividly almost every night, living a third of my life in dream space. The worlds I dream become memories, stories, an inner landscape only known to myself. In this way I shapeshift from my night to day contemplating reality. I live between the unconscious and conscious pulling threads from one into the other. My art constantly tugs at this slippage, what is real or imagined, what is dream or waking, can they both exist at once? My draw towards mythology and shapeshifting, from my Celtic cultural heritage and Mesoamerican shamanic beliefs, speak to me as I traverse between these worlds and rely on intuition and spirit to guide me. 

The natural world is a vast inspiration for my work because it provides portals into other dimensions during my waking hours. Mother Earth, the archetypal divine feminine, has an ancient wisdom that helps me find belonging at the intersection of multiple worlds and with my own body. She allows me to embrace the experience of being a woman in a culture that constantly questions our worth and forces us to straddle invisible edges. 

Working across visual and performative disciplines with different materials and processes, strengthens my ability to work in the realm of transformation and interconnectivity. For example combining figurative imagery with natural objects in drawing and sculpture and using movement to deepen my relationship with the natural world. Through this interdisciplinary approach, I create objects, images and experiences imbued with a richness only found at the intersection of disciplines and materiality. Like walking along the ecotonal shoreline at low tide, or that magical moment right before you drift off to sleep and two ethers merge.