All art is self portraiture. I began painting fruit as an undergrad. Upon waking, one morning, the vision of lusty, otherworldly tangerines came to me. It came on the eve of a struggle with infatuation. My husband at the time, my former high-school sweetheart, had developed a serious crush on a girl at work. I, myself had always had crushes growing up, so I in part understood. When our marriage ended my own tendency to hyper-focus on that sort of idealized perfection of the intangible returned with a vengeance.
I continued to paint through the years as I wrestled with the idea of lust and longing verses everyday love and the realities of having. In the meanwhile I have fallen in love with the textures, colors, and luminescence of fruit. The act of painting has become more about my own perfectionism, my obsession for detail, as well as a desire to create and to exist in my own little Utopian bowl of cherries.