As a queer, mixed-race daughter of immigrants ~ and now as a mother ~ I feel compelled to understand my place in the flow of cultural inheritance and legacy.

For inspiration, I go where the energy is. Sometimes that looks like creatively exploring personal narratives. Other times, I’m more drawn to formal explorations of color, form, materials and composition. These cycles tend to be seasonal.  In the Fall and Winter, I dive in deep and I paint my heart out. In the Spring and Summer, I rise to the surface and paint more from my head. So my work breathes in and out of organic vs geometric, limited palettes vs rich color explosions; essentially, my creative process toggles between intellect and intuition.

During the pandemic, I realized that making art, for me, is no longer an ‘if I have time’ matter. It has become as integral to my well-being as my daily writing practice. It is a must. Art helps me repair and restore the parts of my soul that are beyond the reach of words.