My art work evolves out of seeming chaos, with layers of mark-making in which I am waiting for something to occur that catches my attention and interest.

As I work I push the piece into a place of random messiness, urging it to reveal something that sparks my fire.

Order appears from disorder.

I catch glimpses from afar, but I don’t know how to reach what I intuit.

I have to allow myself to be turned inside out and be deconstructed…and to wait, not knowing if anything will happen and to hold steady and above all, to trust.