Constantly striving to keep pace with the ever-evolving currents of popular culture, I find myself immersed in an era where we are regularly chasing entertainment, media, and technology. My artistic practice exists in opposition to this speed, it’s slow, curious, and quiet. It’s a sentimental wandering, through a timeless and fanciful world.

It’s both dreary and hopeful. De-saturated earth tones are built up in washes, they’re comfortable to look at and a soft spot to land. The muted tones get interrupted with vivid pinks, blues, and greens which stand out even more in contrast and replicate the beauty found in small moments within nature. Subtle color shifts emphasized with swooping lines construct a timeless image that collapses past, present, and future into a dreamlike world.

I lean heavily on my observations of my surroundings, and people watch with the same level of curiosity and attention that a human takes when birdwatching. Through this bird's eye view, lightness and weight exist equally. The birds in my work, the ones who are watching, are all of us, you, me, our dogs, the people we no longer talk to, the people we don’t know, and the real birds that may or may not have as much consciousness and autonomy as I endow them with. They may be passing judgment, maybe a few accolades, or they are sincerely just dazed and confused, it’s intimidating but ultimately meaningless. What’s left is a desire for connection in a time that feels all too disconnected and an admiration towards the real and imperfect. A bird chirps and another bird chirps back, noise makes noise, and two days later that initial chirp doesn’t really matter anymore, or maybe it gives you an earworm.