My work tells stories that I am compelled to express.  My hands give visual poems from my subconscious their form, color and shape.   I never know what story will emerge next.  It could be a picture, a narrative, or a face that strikes my imagination and then it is buried under many coats of pigment and texture until it emerges and tells its story.  Whether the work is two or three dimensional, the process is always the same.  Surfaces are transformed into an intangible subconscious plasma of color and texture, then a form awakens in the process of creation and finds its own essence.  It dictates to me while I retell its story.