"Painting has the ability to slow time. Every day I take in more but remember less. What did I do last Wednesday night? The week before that? April 2nd, three years ago? So, while trying to make conscious decisions about how to think and what to pay attention to, I paint. I paint pictures of photos my parents took when I was a kid and portraits of who I may be today. (I’m still unsure.) I paint past art that I made but no longer have. I paint because my paintings can never be perfect. I paint to hold on just a little bit longer. Images give me more than words.
I break, bend, distort, and rebuild images. I have an idea of my loved ones in my head, but I can never truly know them.
For me, a glitch represents the ways we misunderstand each other and the world. We want to understand each other, as people, but we are standing in misunderstanding."