My story of reclaiming myself as an artist started with a hit and run bike accident on the back streets of Brooklyn. I suffered a debilitating concussion that left my mind "blank." Words did not come easy, but painting did.
Having received no formal art schooling, my painting process developed as a form of art therapy. Suffering from anterograde amnesia, the inability to create new memories and recall the recent past, I found myself occupying a space straddling absence and presence. Each slow metamorphosis of the paintings by pouring paint and spacial gestures incited cognitive stimulation and emotional excavation.