2024

 

During the lockdown months I gained an increased interest to make art with available materials, including items I retrieved from my recycle bin. This year I have begun new abstract work exploring compartments of color using found paper products. 

Is each compartment of color, texture, or pattern akin to a moment of our lives---the coming and going of our breaths---inhale, exhale?

Do we wrestle to title the entire picture, or find comfort in experiencing each moment, letting the picture take its shape?