This series leans into my instinct to exist in the liminal spaces where chaos and order blend. The surfaces are muddy, layered, and unresolved, while sharper, almost playful lines cut through like interruptions. I’m interested in that friction: control pushing against collapse, structure trying (and failing) to contain something more volatile, darkness amid the light.

These works don’t settle. They hover between clarity and obscurity, intention and accident. What feels heavy is met with something lighter, almost absurd, and small gestures that disrupt the weight rather than resolve it. The boundaries of the canvas hold both at once and let them quietly undo each other.

The Fuzzy Wuzzy series emerges from an intentional act of limited vision where I paint without the use of my prescriptive eyewear. In doing so, these works reject clarity in favor of softness, distortion, and suggestion.

I am inspired by moments in my private world of friends, family, lovers, and self. The figures echo the way they are seen in the quiet early mornings and late nights, when vision dissolves, and the body is perceived more through memory than detail. By removing the ability to focus sharply on my subjects, palette, or canvas, my attention shifts toward light, color, and shape, and I navigate using intuition.

This process invites “mistakes” and gestures that cannot be overcorrected, forms that resist precision. In relinquishing control, the paintings arrive at a heightened sense of intimacy, where the absence of detail allows for a different kind of presence.

This series began as an experiment to see whether I could coax an AI image generator into visualizing the distorted bodily forms in my head. What I got were tangled figures stacked, twisted, and multiplied with hands and feet with too many digits and arms leading nowhere. 

They echoed how I felt after childbirth reshaped my body and postpartum depression crushed my sense of self, doubled down beneath impossible standards of beauty and motherhood. I painted these works during one of the hardest stretches of my life—-the months straddling my divorce—when I was torn between safety and the inexplicable pull toward something more.

As these paintings evolved, I pushed the edges of vulgarity and tested what language the AI would tolerate. (Turns out she’s either very demure…or very censored.) So I followed the thread deeper, letting curiosity lead me into the murkier territories of desire, human depravity, and pleasure.

What emerged feels like a mash-up of hedonistic orgy, nightmare, and grief. The figures melt into each other; flesh tears; bones twist, collapse, fold, and tangle. These are feral, animalistic, maternal bodies, suggesting intimacy and fantasy, but bound by the limits of the canvas.