Imagine for a moment what it takes to return to the source of one’s trauma.
Drawn from within, its forms explore what were once
irreducible elements, but rather than being a
source of loneliness trauma empowers creation.
Like blank paper, catharsis for me was a profound emptiness.
Emptiness is a sacred space.
Emptiness is where one’s work begins.
Emptiness is where one’s vital energy
converts chemistry of mind to alchemy of spirit.
It is a path to where trauma and love
meet in harmony.
To arrive at the source, one must relive one’s pain,
humiliation, and anxiety from deep
within the hidden recesses of the body’s memory.
In my determination to heal I touched
the node, the ultimate link between life and death.
Each of my forms, images and
drawings comes from the furthest extreme of pain,
from the brink of madness.
Born of trauma, emotion and will they are as much a
discovery as they are my odyssey. What was
struggling to reveal itself, banging against my ribs all
these years, was vital energy buried
deep within the guts of my work.
Today, the atonement of my trauma does not come
through completion of my work but
through the dialogue of healing it offers for me and