Visual Art – Omaha
Pumping, beating, pounding, racing… then nothing. The sudden lack of function in the human heart has been preoccupying my thoughts my entire life, due to my dad’s constant battle with congestive heart failure my whole life. Then November 10, 2012 gripped my creative attention in a new way. That was the day my world ended. The day I lost my dad, Larry, who’s name means “Crowned One”. In order to cope with life and life lost, I began to express my emotions through my usual flowing strokes, crowned sparrows, & anatomical hearts. Trying to wrap my mind around the separation of body and soul, I continue to create pose scenarios that make sense with my emotions as some sort of therapy. In conversation I have found that viewers can find a similar connection if they have experienced some sort of loss.
I find myself trying to project the beauty and pain of health in our daily lives. I have always been fascinated by the human anatomy due to my birth called Diastematomylia. Contorted skeletal structures will come through communicating what I can’t explain verbally. I have found myself trying to find understanding for myself and others in these pieces, perfecting the pain. Art is healing, so I feel a longing to help others tell their stories in a much larger scale of paintings and sculptures from heart disease, cancer, to structural and mental disabilities.
I have always enjoyed experimenting with a variety of mediums. I hope to bring another level of depth to my art by taking continuing education classes in welding and wood working, growing my skills and telling a variety of stories with great impact.