In the first year that I ceased to bleed, I became captivated by the color red in all of its hues.

My thoughts and feelings seemed to be momentarily drawn into a vermillion wave, compelled to make images steeped in the essence of this color and I found in the making of them a visual language that articulated an intimate journey of grief, lament and ultimately reawakening. 

The body of work became a way of confronting the invisibility so often experienced by women after a certain age and a reclamation of eros and sensuality.

The crimson Elegy was a way to dive into eros both softened and intensified by time, a reclamation of both body and voice, a touching into a power and inner radiance not determined by age or bound by conventional beauty.

I found myself wanting to convey an undeniable presence, to honor the complexity of female identity, where sexuality, grief, wisdom, and joy coexist.

 The work reflects a phase in my life marked by rage and betrayal, self-acceptance and resistance, empowerment and humility, while deeply intimate it carries a pulse that can be felt by women everywhere, we are all ,in an infinite process of undoing and becoming  of exploring pleasure and the feminine that is not bound by age and is defiantly undefinable by others.