There are moments when what we are drawn to does not fully meet us without consequence.

After arriving in Florida, I encountered the mango for the first time—an immediate connection, both sensory and emotional. In time, I discovered a subtle resistance within my own body- I am slightly allergic to mangos.

And still, the connection remained.

Each season, my son’s mango tree grows tons of yummy mangos in Cocoa Beach. My relationship with them continues—I just have to use a fork so my lips don't break out in bumps.

This painting emerges from that space.