My work is a fraid of ghosts. They haunt the catacombs of how I remember life to be.

My mediums are what jump out at me. I keep layering rice paper, wood-ash, walnut ink, cardboard, bone, roots, and acrylic until the piece exists in a history of its own creation. The challenge is not to succumb to vision or mire in rumination. The goal is to provoke those who see my work to look carefully at themselves and have the courage to confront what haunts them.