My work encompasses and exists in the tension, time, and layering between trauma, grief, and humor. Somewhere between horrific personally concocted liminal spaces, overdramatic poetics dripping in mundane piety, and stated facts that no one really wants or necessarily needs to hear; my compulsion to speak beats out my instinct to keep certain sentences to myself. I explore arbitrary hierarchies and healing modalities through painting, drawing, print media and performance. I have a tendency to think in threes, speak in fragments, and write in run on sentences. I make paintings and call them writings before making writings and calling them paintings. Drawings are just drawings. I reflect frequently on semicolons and semiotics but rarely put them to practice. First drafts, reflections, and edits exist here together all the time, but not always in the same order. I am interested in the point where nihilism becomes absurdism and the depth and simplicity of the phrase, “If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry.”