What is a womb but a residency of temporary darkness & mystery?

What is a womb but a place of holding & bearing of things unseen?

Awakened with longing, aroused by Grace, we are but a vessel to hold what is conceived in the darkness.

This body of work engages the dance between the cosmic & the cellular, between the Divine mystery & the visible, between the veiled & the vesseled.

The works displayed enter into the question, what is hidden within God?

Is it not the primordial seed of creation?

Is it not Eden?

Is it not the passion & groaning of the world & all within it?

Is it not The Blood & water?

Is it not me?

If I am found carried within the womb of God, the source of all things, then his very nature is imparted

to the hidden parts within me. I am a carrier of the Divine, I am a microcosmic vessel for the Mystery.