These works celebrate paint while blurring the line between figure and abstract. I use my ever growing camera roll for reference and inspiration. Images of family, friends, and the tv drive composition and a hidden narrative within each painting. As I build up layers of paint, the marks' color and shape enhance and destroy the scene. Abstraction ameliorates semi-realistic underpainting and memories take fantastic form. Silky ink stains, spray paint splatters, drips, blobs, dry brush, and strokes of oil paint in varying weight and opacity twist across an ambiguous horizon. Anxiety drives the frenetic marks resembling something spinning out or frothing into something else. I think of the knotted, stringy space as a map of the infinitely possible paths of the universe’s smallest particles. The images shudder with a pulsing, nervous energy. Painting allows me to transform my insecurities as a woman, mother, wife, sister and friend, into something tangible and beautiful; a bittersweet beauty that is brightened by the shadow it casts. I am trying to come to terms with the belief that this is the best of all possible worlds; the possibility that beauty's fullest potential is achieved by coming through darkness.