Painting, both with paint and with film. On canvas, I use detailed, articulated repetition of line and gesture, building texture and form through thousands of strokes until the surface almost vibrates. A translation of internal frequency through pen, ink, or brush. Through my moving paintings in film format, I construct entire worlds from my mind’s eye, weaving in music and lyrical subtitles to reach beyond sight. Neither is immediate. Both are slow, deliberate acts of devotion.

I live in my own brain. I don’t look outward for inspiration because the one thing I’m certain of is that it already lives inside me. Being in my own world is the purest place to create from. Even in sleep, my mind keeps making. I wake to find sketchbooks full of visions I don’t remember drawing, dreams my hand transcribed without me. Everything is feeling, channeled into a medium. When I’m not sure I exist anymore, I’m reminded because I can feel, and in feeling, I can make.

An opportunity to invest in a separate studio space, no longer limiting the scale at which I create, and allowing my perspective to evolve. It would also make space in this world for me to be seen, felt, digested, and even collected, granting me the ability not only to make more work, but to make a living making art. That is my never-ending dream. To keep existing in this physical world, living in art.