At the beginning of the pandemic, in the stillness of isolation, everything I had been running from caught up with me. 

All of the memories and emotions I had carefully avoided showed up all at once. Overwhelmed, I started painting giant shapes.

Moving the shapes around until there was calmness. Placing them in benign order, letting that place inside me that had no words speak to my eyes, in our own brutal and bright language.

All that to say, I paint shapes, they make me feel good.

Thank you for looking at my shapes.