Instinct, memory, and longing drive my work. Seemingly disparate images executed with varying strategies are folded into an emerging autobiographical narrative. The growing whole explores Girlhood, the guilty transgressions of fantasy, and the horror I find in the human body. An empty house sets the scene; small watercolors of family photos bridge the gap, and fantastic imagined landscapes full of gorgeous, doomed super-women complete the relationship between my actual life and my fantasy life. I consider all my work to be self-portraiture, from the altered images of my own body to the source photos I take in my neighborhood on the South Side of Chicago.

My work is a sincere quest to find and push my own cosmic pleasure button: to isolate, recreate, and then share my fantasy world as it parallels evidence of real life. Often, my investigation leads me to moments where the self-constructed gender of childhood gives way to frightening truths about womanhood, or to the feelings one finds where the longing for a distant rock star meets burgeoning sexuality.

I wish to synthesize the detritus of a life spent in compulsive absorption: recreating the feeling of the interior, private world when it is infiltrated by a foreign stimulus. It is in the feeling of holding a handed-down vampire comic, the mysterious authorship of late-night cable access, the secret of finding something discarded by the world that then becomes your own private object. It is a place of self-indulgent invention, the code language of reference and appropriation, and the poignant specificity of a bedroom scene.