Art often comes to me in my dreams. I still remember the moment I realized I had to keep a journal by my bedside. I was young, maybe pre-teen, obsessed with poetry. I woke up with a poem in my head. A fully formed poem. No edits needed. I felt like I woke up to…

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The first time I remember impressing someone with my art was in the 5th grade. I attended Avon Elementary School and my teacher was Mrs. Codner, a teacher who appropriately loved fishing. She tied A LOT of her lessons back to fishing, so it’s no surprise we had a lesson about carp. I don’t remember…

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I found myself on the US National Archives looking at photos of Frida Kahlo, Rosa Parks, and Amelia Earhart as I started to build a series of artworks of these recognized women. That’s when I came upon another set of images. I found black and white photos of women from the 1940s. Some were cabbies.…

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