Welcome to my world.

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I see texture and color other people walk past. The drop of light on a rough surface that makes you want to put your hand on it. The exact shade pulled from a room that no one else can quite name. That eye is the engine of everything I make.

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I am a metaphorical realist. Some of my work is figurative, made to be felt before it is understood. Some is abstract, built up by hand into surfaces you read with your eyes and reach for anyway. One eye runs through all of it.

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I have painted in earnest since 2011 and shown my work since 2018. For seven years it hung in galleries across the country, including one in the Scottsdale arts district. I was the guest artist at the Scottsdale Gold Palette ArtWalk many times, and painted over several multi-day runs in a Las Vegas gallery, in conversation with the collectors and buyers who came through.

 

My work is collected internationally and in homes across the United States, and has been featured by Voyage Phoenix.

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One of those weeks was in Lahaina, in a gallery on Maui I had dreamed of since I was a girl. The galleries there are gone now, and so is much of the town, taken by the fire. Maui is still healing. That week means more to me now than it did then.

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I was grateful for those years and the people they brought into my life. But representation keeps you at arm's length from the very people who fall for your work, and I wanted to know them by name and stand behind every piece myself. So I chose to work directly.

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A physical rehabilitation practice once commissioned a series for the wall their patients faced through every session, each canvas a different sport, painted to pull people back toward movement and the lives they were rebuilding. Someone was always stopping mid-exercise to ask who made them. Knowing the work gave a person something to look toward on a hard day has stayed with me.

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I build by hand, layer over layer, and the standard holds whether a piece is bound for a gallery or a private home. I listen before I lift a brush. My eye for color is exact: hand me a single shade the work has to live beside and I can build a painting to it, warmer or cooler, until it belongs in the room. When a designer or a collector brings me a space, I compose to its proportions and to the way light crosses it through the day, so the work reads as part of the room rather than something hung on the wall. I deliver what I promised, at the scale we agreed on, when I said I would.

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What I want, every time, is for the piece to do something for the person who lives with it. A room that finally feels like theirs. A surface that catches the eye on an ordinary morning and gives it somewhere to rest.

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I work with collectors and designers across Scottsdale, Paradise Valley, North Scottsdale, and the greater Phoenix area, and I ship to homes anywhere in the world.

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I have wanted this since I was a girl, and I believe it is what I was meant to do. The road here has been long and far from easy, and I have not stopped, because this is not work I could walk away from. If much is given, much is asked. I mean to be faithful to the gift.

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If a wall or a room is already on your mind, that is where a commission begins, with a conversation. Explore the collections, write to me about a piece of your own, or join the Collector's Circle, where members see new work first and receive Studio Notes.