Imagine for a moment what it takes to return to the source of one’s trauma.
Drawn from within, these forms explore what once were
irreducible elements and a source of loneliness,
but now my trauma empowers creation.
Trauma is Brilliantly intelligent at waking us up.
Like blank paper, catharsis for me was a profound emptiness.
Emptiness is a sacred space.
Emptiness is where one’s work begins.
Emptiness is where one’s vital energy converts
chemistry of mind to alchemy of spirit.
Emptiness is a path to where trauma and love
meet in harmony.
Each of these forms,
images and drawings comes from
the furthest extreme of pain,
from the brink of madness.
Born of trauma,
emotion and will to heal they are as much a
discovery as they are my odyssey.
What was struggling to reveal itself,
all these years, was the link between life and death
pulsating deep within the guts of my work.
Today, the atonement of my trauma does not come
through completion of my work but
through the dialogue of healing it offers for me and