I’ve always thought of myself as an artist without a story, a girl who just chose art because it was the only thing she was remotely good at, but it’s not like that anymore.
Art is an organ; it keeps me alive. Art, works as a therapy for my story, every brush stroke is a release of emotion. For me, painting is an aggressive process; the canvas absorbs my negative energy. Not always am I concentrated on the subject matter, mind racing, focused on how I feel at the time, about what’s happening in my life.
My subject matter is always based on personal fears, an obsession of fighting what I’m most afraid of; death, drugs, rape, giving birth, body-change, loosing control, love, emotional destruction. The way I paint is the way I think, blunt and direct.
Currently I’m working on a project about childbirth. Working from a long timeline of the process of pregnancy, I am creating paintings focussing on the complications in childbirth including miscarriage, still birth, abortion, body change, pain, worry etc. My aim is to reflect my perspective of childbirth, to convey my deepest fears of pregnancy that communicate to an audience who share my feelings about childbirth.