honey bees | the moon | ecofeminism | activism

A search for identity. A quest for wisdom.
A pursuit of happiness. A reclamation of space. A need for change.
A path for beauty. A thought of synesthesia.
A creation of life. A comparison. A challenge.
A heartbreak. An experiment.
A mistake. A lesson.
A lot of self love. A ton of questions. A single answer.
A human connection. A connective universe.
A symbol.
My art.

I have always had a fascination with stuff. Like a raccoon, I have scavenged and collected objects for my whole life, associating a personality and life story to each one. For me, every single thing, living and otherwise, serves some symbolic purpose. For that same reason, working with new materials in my artwork has never been my strong suit: found objects carry a certain residue of their past and that’s extremely tantalizing. I crave that connection between myself and my past lives, worldly issues around me, the past and present lives of others, and material things. Through my collecting, I am able to feel empathy for the object, everyone the object had touched, and everything the object had seen. Through that transfer of energy, I’m taken on a journey through time and space, a journey that allows me to be that objects eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and touch. That is why I create my art: to offer the average non-raccoon human an insight into the living life of stuff and how underneath all the stuff we surround ourselves with, we’re just a thing ourselves, connected to each other eternally. Found objects are rare, precious, and oftentimes individualistic-just like the human experience.

Inspired by the disposability of the art of the revolutionary post war Dadaists and the resurrection of the stream of consciousness and dreamy state of the Surrealists, my artwork captures what it’s like to experience beauty, gratitude, stress, sacrifice, strength, resilience, and vibrancy through the thoughts of a passionate feminist who is in love with questioning everything this universe has to offer.