I've always embraced the silly side of my personality. This whimsical painting reminds me of a time my young friend and I entered an elevator packed with people and pretended to speak a foreign language. We had a full blown conversation in gibberish, much to the bewilderment of everyone around us. That memory brings me so much joy.
As a teenager, I remember sitting by a campfire, watching the flames and feeling the heat on my cheeks. Fire, a vehicle of change, transforms wood into ash, and from the ashes, something new arises. At that time in my life, I felt profoundly alone, but I've since come to know and have connected with my creator on a deep level. This painting takes me back to those memories of searching for belonging.