Over the last three decades, my mind has played tricks on me. At times this would be frustrating. At times exhilarating. But there was a constant stress associated with trying to reconcile the differences between the way my dyslexic brain interprets the world and how others view it. Art has always been a safe space for cultivate and express my experiences.

My artwork seeks to find a balance between abstract thoughts and the material world. I use contrast and texture to communicate in my process driven work.

For a long time I tried to hide the lines of color that defined me. I am just now starting to find my voice as an artist. My work is a form of meditation that helps to quiet the noise in my mind. The constant push and pull between right and left brain. The battle between conforming and being free.

I am learning to celebrate my language processing disorders because this unique wiring helps me visualize information stronger than imaginable. Feeling with lines, touching with color, bring all the shapes together because now I understand my “WHY.” My art is in advocation for people who suffer from dyslexia. For so long I felt stupid, I tried to overcompensate, suppress my feelings, and pretending that I was “normal.” Children that suffer from language processing disorders should never feel this way. Through my work I communicate the unique messages of the dyslexic brain.

I owe thanks for these last five years which I am calling “eyes wide open” to my husband! He has helped me to feel strong, and taught me to break down barriers and let the world see who I really am.