I was given extensive opportunity to play as a child. The side of a home was an open canvas for a mud masterpiece; the naked body was free of shame as we built sand-box worlds to dwell in. As children, we could create without fear, with an urgency for exploration, and a deep satisfaction over any production on a new surface.

Classical art making was introduced to me at a young age, filled with oil paints and fine pencil shading. I began tedious hours of still life creations and landscapes. I craved perfection, and learned to consistently choose realism over imagination. This brought fear and comparison into my creative process, holding me back from more exploratory imagery for many years.

I am now actively choosing to return to play. Utilizing the background in photo-realism, I find demi-animated bodies filled with energy and emotion; I am slowly forgetting the concept of a "mistake". One small mark upon a page is enough and every cardboard box has potential. Color theory guides abstraction and the use of black is no longer unforgivable. Mediums are my play things: from glass in a lens, to the strands of brush tips. 

For me now, to make is to be at play.