In the absence of words, I draw.  

In the absence of image, I write.  

My work is an amalgamation of uncertainty and spontaneity with all pieces made of an internal desperation to understand inner and outer worlds.  

For every passing year that I have tried to make art, I have searched for the truest, most authentic way of making, in the way we search for the meaning of existence. Drawing allows a line of connection between pre-linguistic communication and the human experience. Writing creates stepping stones in the gaps between personal and external perception. I blend drawing, writing and monoprint as a language to communicate feelings, thoughts, and memories. 

As a person battling with chronic physical and mental illnesses, I am driven by the timeline in which I can create. I go through spells of making and not making just as I go through spells of good and bad health.  

My drive as a maker is predominantly personal. While I have a love for contemporary literature and confessional art, the work I make is drawn from internal battles - making sense of the why’s and how’s of life by challenging vulnerability.  

The works I produce, whether they be drawing, writing, or installation-based, are ultimately documenting life and death. Birds, fictitious creatures, and the body are symbols that I use to narrate intricate emotions and harrowing moments.  

The process of gestural drawing of figures and metaphorical writing helps me navigate chaos and order of life and death.