This series came from a conversation on trauma and the things we discover about ourselves as we get older.
When the ink comes into contact with the water on the page, it spreads in an uncontrollable way, defined by its invisible extents. Similarly, as we move through life, we might suddenly be faced with a pain or a love or a yearning that we didn’t know was there.
Other times, we may be free to move in a sharp line, defiantly headed towards freedom. But we always cross these pools... we can never have full control, but there’s so much beauty to be had here.
When I started making these, I was also dealing with a difficulty in art - that everything was possible. I could replicate anything, but there was this sense of artificiality. The blank page held too much possibility. Maybe it was digital noise. I craved an element of chance, something that forced me into the moment, scared me a little even.
These pieces come from a desire for that chance encounter. where I have to give up control and step back for a moment to appreciate its beauty. A lesson I too needed to learn in life.