When I was a child I constantly played with Lincoln Logs and Legos and drawing wild architectural renderings. All this fed my desire to be an architect. Growing older I spent my allowance on Architectural Digest, designing my bedroom and rearranging furniture in our family home, much to my father’s shagrin. All the while drawing portraits and landscapes, excelling in all my art and drafting classes. I dreamt of being an artist in NYC, finally choosing an extensive study in the arts. A path I never regret.
It’s interesting how life shows itself, complex and simple from a distance. And yet, as we know very little is simple, only simplified at best, boiled down to bone, the structures upon which life is layered.
At this time in my life I am most interested in the uncomplicated. The clarity of honesty, purity of intent, words and materials. Life as we know it has a complexity only an architect can try to render and an artist can continue to try and express. This is the calumniation I try to work within to better understand and temper our current era. It is through design that I layer all that I have explored in my years of living. My blood is full of memory, my bone solidified by continued desire, my mind wanders through the realm of future possibilities. At this point, my life is as origami unfolding, un-creasing back to the simplified sheet of pure white paper. Time is not linear, it moves backward to unveil the new.
I have a passion for all that I do. For politics in its fight for human rights. For family lost and family gained. A passion for creating the future positive, an action I take with a strong stance. I have a curious mind and a desire of persistence. This is what time has built, a foundation to build upon. A structure of creative know-how and romantic wonder and will. It is this that my life has given me and what I am giving to life.