I'm excited to share my latest piece with you: Flying Geese, a work that feels especially urgent and meaningful to complete right now.

My practice has often been driven by the need to reconcile the past. Nowhere is this more apparent than in my new "Ode to My Mother" series, where I grapple with the complicated relationship between mothers and daughters—the love, the pain, and everything we inherit.

As October settles in with its crisp air and turning leaves, I find myself reflecting on the deep connection between making and memory.

As Labor Day weekend is a time to honor the hard work and contributions that have shaped our society, my thoughts turn to the profound stories of those who have inspired much of my art.

As I look toward the 4th of July this Friday, my thoughts vacillate between childhood memories of dazzling fireworks and celebrating the birth of this nation, and the present reality of a country divided in its view of what freedom means. 

Have you ever wondered what sparks an artist's vision? For me, it all began on a farm that's been in my family for over a hundred years.

Today, I want to pull back the curtain a little and share a unique aspect of my artistic process: destruction and repurposing.