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February 29, 2020

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Blue is a 24 x 36 in gallery wrapped acrylic painting on canvas.

This peice tell the story of the reality will live vs the reality we create.

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Mothers Hidden Pain

Mothers Hidden Pain (Under construction) She is a 36 x 24 in canvas painted in acrylic. This piece is a self representation. Being born with a rare genectic disorder called Elhers Danlos Syndrome (EDS) I have spend much of my life in hidden chronic pain. This painting makes the invisible struggle visible. It express mothers need to do it all with a smile. Mom sucks it up throws a sweater on and keep going no matter how sick she is. This paintings early concept work started 2016 and have since evolved. Though even in her early simpler incarceration she was enough to aid in my health journey. Haunting a doctor into wanting answers ultimately leading to a dignoses.

EHLERS DANLOS SYNDROME

. EHLERS DANLOS SYNDROME This 4 ftx 5ft piece is about the effects of the rare connective tissue disorder called Elhers Danlos Syndrome. Marked by flexibility and its multi-systemic impact on the body. Profoundly debilitating and so often invisible. This illness effects every part of the body, from joints to Organs. Born with this disorder I suffered speech delays and learn disabilities. This instilled a drive of always looking for new ways to express it all. It touches every part of my body and life. The wheelchair represents my handicap, always present but not so obvious. My body may be broken. Yet my life is full teaching art to the community. Creating cakes for my family and friend . Through art my often lonely world becomes full.

Belmont Trestle

" Belmont Trestle" 20 x 30 inch Part of my teen years n many of my vaction have been spent in Lakes Regions NH. Two years ago I took my own children to see the trestle their rebel mother used jump off as a kid. We took picture n moved on. This visit triggered a memory of how once we were even chased off by the cops n had to hide in the woods. So I painted it.

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