It all started when I noticed the afternoon sunlight gently dancing around my daughter while she napped. Tucked under my grandmothers afghan, her tiny face warm and pink, I thought about the way I could mix colors to match the same rosy tone with my paints. I traced her eyebrows and the shape of her chin with my fingers, as if I could draw the memory, permanently placing it in my heart for safe keeping. I wanted to hold that moment, not just in my heart but on canvas, a feeling immersed with oil paint and light.

My work lives in the simple moments of life; laughter from my youngest as she discovers a favorite song, holding hands with my oldest while we walk through a field of wildflowers. I gather the stories of our lives with the movement of each brushstroke, holding tightly to the impression of what once was so fleeting.

I paint to preserve not the large, boisterous moments in life, but the ones often forgotten. The quiet ones. The ones that feed our nostalgia and longing for connection. Using light and color, as the impressionists once did, my work provides a tender safekeeping to each of these moments.

Through color and gesture, I tell stories of love and longing, chaos and calm. Each canvas is a soft whisper, an ode to the beauty of being.

As you view my work, my hope is that you linger, feel, and remember your own memories, whether that be from your own childhood, motherhood, or the witness of another.