All of my art pieces feel as though someone scrubbed all of the bottled up emotional contents out of a disgruntled, but passionate woman’s brain and put the assorted mess onto a canvas. I am the woman in question who has discovered the depth of her emotions by way of making. I have a lot of disgruntlement towards many things: the state of the world, my outer being, the lack of color in our everyday lives, just to name a few. I combine this mess with the childlike feelings of happiness or longing or sadness that cross my mind from time to time. Even though I hold a lot of anger at the world, I also have a lot of passion for the world. I hold love for the little things in life, like the different patterns seen in a flower or the many layers of a synth pop song. There’s also big things that I love, like the concept of my family living forever or the capabilities of my imagination under different weather conditions. I take all of these feelings and turn them into abstract, fluorescent, and whimsical maximalist worlds for everyone to escape into. I myself paint to escape; I consider acrylic paint to be my vehicle to be able to escape from the overwhelming world and emotions that encapsulate me. The paint seems to be the one medium that truly produces the absolute whimsy and escapism I want to share with the rest of the world.