Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
—Lyrics by Paul McCartney
Living in the South in the 1950’s was a time of palpable and stark contrasts. From Mississippi’s traveling electric chair and highest lynching rate in the nation to the white, pristine beaches of the Florida panhandle, this is where my formative years as a person and an artist begin.
This dichotomy of darkness and light followed my life path as I grew into a young adult. My painting process began at a memorable and poignant moment when I started painting the grief from my mother’s murder.
It’s taken years to heal. I now see the transformation within myself and in my work. Devotion to my painting practice continues to teach me to stay open and remain strong in the midst of challenge and to trust the healing process of art making.
Today I know that art truly is transformative. Art can alter and heal a broken human being. Art is not only tangible, although we often think of it as a thing: a painting, a sculpture, a book or film. Art is a consciousness that goes beyond the visible and tangible. Through my work, I share these moments of universal expression and conscious connectedness with the intention of knowing that if art can heal me, then quite possibly, art can heal us all.