My experience as an immigrant and a long-time observer of American life is woven into my paintings. Since language often fails me, I refer to painting to give voice to elements about the world I find intriguing, wondrous, and, troubling.
As an outsider, I employ organic shapes to interpret the world. Mark making is used not only as a structural and compositional device but also as memory lines to connect and account for matters at hand. My color sense sometimes corresponds to memories of things past, when those are fragmented, that adds a unique and mysterious element to the work. These three components inform my visual vocabulary.
Using collage and other found objects to build a foundation, I infuse my paintings with texture and meaning. I challenge myself by choosing conventionally incompatible colors, experimenting with mark making and text, while working to establish a cohesive statement. The text is unrevealed because I’ve heeded my grandmother’s words: “Toutes les vérités ne sont pas bonnes à dire” (Not all truths should be told). My words are sometimes scratched, patched, erased, and muted. Words matter; words hurt, they heal, and when they are unspoken, they become more potent in their forced silence. Words bind the work to itself.