Cycle of Life
Acrylic on Canvas
4 ft by 6 ft , 2026
about:
I’ve been thinking a lot about the cycle of life, as I see myself age and my children grow physically past me. Years ago, I met a musician who I thought was very cool, and his wife , a hip, yoga lady. I looked up to them. Weeks later, I saw them with their older, college son. The son, standing between them, put his arms around his parents. and suddenly, the hip parents seemed dwarfed by the son, who was filled with even more energy and strength, with his loving, smirking energy of “I got this, parents.” Suddenly, the dynamic parents seemed sheepish beside him, humbled.
It’s like how it always is, the children grow and pass the parents by. We are always on different tracks, rising and falling.
This piece is about that cycle of rising and descending, of being a seed in the ground that blossoms, reaches its full stature and then descends back into the Earth, and the cycle becomes anew.
Acrylic on canvas
30” X 40”
2026
Everyone around me was talking about Minneapolis and ICE, the intensity, the fear. One night, my husband turned to me, completely shook, and said he just watched the killing of a man named Alex Prietti. Suddenly everyone was talking bout it. When I finally got into the studio, I gave myself the time to tune in, to understand what was happening and why the whole country was shaking over it.
This image was taken from a 2015 protest of Freddie Gray's death in police hands. 2015 was sadly before my real awareness of the depth of modern protest and the deep systemic injustices targeting Black people in this country. Looking at the faces of these protestors, determined, serious, arms linked, it’s such a simple yet dynamic and powerful energy. The feeling that together, we are a wall, we are a force. The power of linking arms. Of looking straight ahead.