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2025 was the year I couldn't stop painting skeletons.​ Originally, I drew them before doctor's appointments. My own version of the pain scale. In a "no, my pain isn't a 3-4 in this spot - it feels like it's tied incorrectly to this rib bone over here" type of way. 

 

Eventually I considered the skeletons in more of a tender way. Skeletons aren't spooky - it's the meat. I wondered what they'd look like in quiet, mundane moments. They're vital, structural, simple without disease, feeling or -

They were sibling to the heart of my Torii series; is it the structure that holds your interest, or is it what's hidden beyond, what's blurred?

My heart broke in 2025 - putting my daughters to sleep while witnessing genocide in Gaza over social media. 

It was and continues to be, a deep ache in my soul.

 

When we are all gone, happenstance location is all that distinguishes us from one another. I think of the figures embracing found in Pompeii. How it was a snapshot of a moment, not a statistic loss to geopolitics beyond their control. 

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