When I think of who I am as an artist, I immediately feel there are multiple me’s inside, yearning for time and space to be heard or expressed. I write words and feelings down which I may turn into poems. I pour paint onto paper or canvas, let it drip and push it around, and may call it a painting. I collect plastic from the beach and, reluctant to let it return to the unknown world outside of my control, I create with it. 

I also have a mother inside me who finds new ways to learn, play, nurture, and a bit more reluctantly, cook. I have a music lover, a movie lover, a poetry lover, and a lover of cuisine, basic and complex, inside me. I love my life as it is, an unfinished piece of work I am eager to keep creating, expanding and exploring with. I am still learning how to paint, write, mother, speak Spanish, love to the unknowable degree, and allow myself to be in whatever stage of learning I'm in.