About
Born in the City of Angels and raised in the heart of the Harbor of Los Angeles, I grew up in a home where a single mother stretched every dollar to raise five children. Art supplies were a luxury we couldn’t afford, but the need to create was something I couldn’t ignore.
A mural at a local park lit the first spark. From that moment on, anything became a canvas—my mother’s white walls, the alleys and city blocks that shaped my childhood, the places where color and struggle lived side by side.
Everything changed on a school trip to an art museum. Standing before Sam Francis’s Basel Mural I, II, III, I felt the world crack open. The scale, the color, the energy—it was like stepping into another dimension. Frank Lobdell’s November 1961 pulled me even deeper, introducing me to abstraction and the power of emotion without words.
Art became not just expression, but survival. A way to translate the world as I see it, and as I lived it.
Artist Statement
My work is rooted in the people I have met throughout my life. Their stories, their scars, their laughter, their contradictions. Every painting begins with a human encounter, a moment that left an imprint. The individuals I’ve crossed paths with become the raw material of my practice, shaping the emotional architecture of each piece.
Some works pulse with joy the warmth of friendship, the spark of connection, the kind of laughter that fills a room and lingers long after. Other pieces rise from darker places—loss, struggle, the quiet resilience I’ve witnessed in my community. These paintings carry weight, honoring the strength it takes to endure what life doesn’t apologize for.
My unique vision of being colorblind in one eye and having myopic in the other and my perception of space and distance is never fixed. That distortion becomes part of the work. It creates openings, voids, and unexpected rhythms that guide my hand. What others might call confusion, I’ve learned to treat it as a possibility.