severance, Acrylic on canvas. 24” x 30”
Growth is a process. Growth is living. Growth is separating yourself from your own body and looking toward something greater. As I continuously learn to how to live, breathe, and think, I am conscious of the separation I have with my old self. I am a fetus, an egg, separating myself from my fertile twin. Separating the good from the bad, the pain from the happiness, I grow from my mistakes and mishaps.
Exhibitions & Awards:
Cincinnati Art Academy Childlaw Gallery - Exhibited November 8th-15th
Spectrum 2025 Award - Gallerium & Biafarin
the womb, Acrylic on canvas. 24'“ x 24”.
Thinking back on before my birth, I had a vision of being in my mothers womb. It felt real, I could see the red, the pink, the umbilical cord, my feet. It felt warm, “liquidy”, and comforting. The center being represents the egg, each layer getting closer and closer to the fetus. A pinkish-golden ring around the white circle represents the Christian halo around the small pink dot that is the fetus itself. The line going behind the egg represents the umbilical cord, providing vital nutrients for growth. Around the egg are strings, or fluids, that I remember envisioning while having the perception of the womb.
am i just a string of vagina's?, Acrylic on canvas. 18"x24" in.
As I compare today's societal norms with those in the Medial times, woman have and still are under the control of a man. Generational strings tie together my family: out of the 12 members in my family, 8 of them are woman. A pale, yellow circle is pictured on the top right corner of the canvas, representing the egg a woman produces each month. Around it, are multiple pink "strings," swirling and looping around the egg: representing a woman's reproductive organ. Each color represents a different color of the vulva. Four strings are seen, and each string is representing the four most important woman in my family; my great-grandmother, my grandmother, my mother, and me.
beauty in the chaos, Acrylic on canvas. 16"x18" in.
After I experienced a three month long art block, I decided I needed to make a piece that reflected the major illness I had. Battling with anorexia, anxiety, and stress, I could hardly life the tip of my paint brush. So, I resorted to finger painting. My Mom, would call me a flower in the mist of chaos. I was withering, but my soul was still strong. I started meditating and doing multiple healing practices, all to get back on my feet. In the end, I have recovered, and therefore made this piece to reflect and embrace that I went through this stage in my life, and came out stronger and more spiritually connected to my mind and soul.