From the artist:

"My earliest memories of painting are with my mother. She was a talented artist and I loved being beside her. But painting together was rarely joyful. No matter how hard I tried, I felt that wasn’t good enough. Her criticism cut deeply and I often walked away with tears.  Over time, I stopped painting. I picked up a paint brush after she died and found my way back to painting. What surprised me most was painting became a place of healing. As I layer paint onto the canvas, I found myself letting go of old hurts and somehow through the process I began to feel closer to my mother. The pain had softened and I was able to connect with the part of her that loved to create. Today painting is where I feel most myself.  It is where I can be vulnerable, curious  and free. It is also where I honor the complicated legacy of me and my mother - a legacy that once silenced me but ultimately led me back to my creative voice"

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