I am a scattered thinker – squirrel! – and there is only really one place where I am consistently in tune with the present moment and nothing else. That is in my studio. At my easel. Painting. My paintings reflect how I see life – somewhat chaotic, but full of vibrancy and joy.

When I was around eight, one of my very favorite activities was coloring in my coloring books. My Barbie coloring book was especially cherished. I would intensively press down hard with my crayon to go over all of the black outlines. It was only then that I would carefully select each color, filling in the shapes with delicate precision so that my crayon would butt up against the raised surface of the outlines and halt. Viola! No coloring outside of the lines! It was like an addiction. I had perfect control.

That cracks me up now, as I am a huge advocate of imperfection. In fact, I have packed perfection away with the intention of never seeing it again. However, I think this body of work encompasses that idea of creating boundaries for colors and shapes. Breaking down a bigger picture into small, individualized segments, each bringing its own voice to the party. Intentionally leaving bits and pieces of previous layers peaking through provides a spark of wonder or curiosity. It is always my intention to sprinkle seeds of joy and help foster optimism.