NAMNAM

I paint what I experienced as a child, the destruction of a world in which I was safe.

I don’t begin with a plan to illustrate those memories. They emerge as I paint. Figures appear, disappear, and return. What once lived in nightmares finds its way onto the canvas.

My paintings do not make sense of chaos, or turn violence into something beautiful. I excavate what remains of that world, and what followed.

Order is a veil over the disorder beneath. It never holds.