My Story

When the world turned inward in 2021, I felt oddly at home in the enforced stillness. It was then that I gave myself permission to explore a new language: making art. I had long lived inside the wonder of words as a writer and an avid reader. But now I was drawn to something else. Toward tactile sensations, the use of color, and creating patterns.

My childhood home was richly textured with both art and books. My mom was a painter and textile artist who made handstitched quilts, batiks on silk, and woven baskets. My dad was a devoted bibliophile who filled every shelf. For me, words, art, and love have always been intertwined.

What inspires me is paying attention. To clouds and trees. Gardens and flowers. Words and glances. Interior design and buildings. Archways and stone paths. Textiles and glasswork. Thoughts and emotions.

Each artwork represents the conversation between the outside world and my interior world. I use paint and wire to reflect what holds my attention. Skyscapes that undulate in color. Trees that stretch upward and downward in the same moment. Florals that can be quiet or loud. Geometric forms that define order. Patterns that seem to move.

Before I began my art practice, I worked in diverse fields such as international relations, architecture, and public health. Those years of observing systems, spaces, and human behavior taught me to look in all directions. To find patterns. To solve problems creatively. To seek meaning. In other words, toward making art.