You Are Not Alone In This

Something I didn't expect: that work made from entirely private experience could find its way into a stranger's life and land on something real there. Something they had been carrying for a long time without a name for it.

People have stood in front of these paintings and told me they felt seen. Not analysed or explained — recognised. I'm still not sure what to do with that, except keep painting.

I work from the inside of things. From experience that was lived, not observed. The layers, the damage, the traces that stay under the surface — those aren't decisions I make for effect. They're the actual record of what the work is about. You can't always read it directly. But the weight is there, and sometimes it turns out to be the same weight someone else has been carrying.

That's what I'm trying to make. Not a beautiful object. A place where someone feels a little less alone in what they've been through.