All that I’ve done has led to a deeper story,
which is this.

ART AS MY WITNESS
In 1996, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
The next year, art found me.
Witness: “To have knowledge of (an event or change) from personal observation or experience.”
the process of change, of emerging
art documented this process
I allowed art to be my witness.

I LEFT THE WORLD OF CERTAINTY
I didn’t know the game.
I didn’t have the experience.
Nothing was straightforward.

Asking me to EXPLAIN
RULES
P.S. NO + ~ = YES

But there was a reckoning
and a beginning….

The world of art was new to me.

FOREIGN
{And sometimes it didn’t make sense
but in the strangest ways it did.}
Does it have value if it comes from a foreign place, my unconsciousness?
how do i go about explaining it.
How do you put 75 years into context?

Art revealed a complex world that i didn’t know existed.

Objects became metaphors of other things
these images kept me moving forward. this art. this process.

For me, art is a way to access a more profound experience of my life.
So after 50 years of life without art
then 25 years of learning, exploring, experiencing, suffering and doubting
A Book was Born.
I Never Thought
The Power of Struggle
Rescue, Hope and Goats
Shelter
ART IS Foreign
Outsider
Edges
Good Enough is Good
Wonder & Doubt
You Never Arrive
Extraction
MAKE MORE MISTAKES
The Next Me
NOT SELLING BUT TELLING
YES
If I walked away from the canvas today, could I say my art delivered?
Did it pass the test? Did it give me more life?
The answer is YES.