Contentedness. I was inspired by the serene and fulfilled gesture of this man's pose. He was surrounded by movement and noise, but his pose transformed the space to calm joy and ease. These emotions are conveyed through Ghanaian color symbolism in the gestural portrayal of kente cloth draping over the figure. The composition relies on circular movement around the figure in order to allude to timelessness and an ancestral longevity.

Double mother and child portrait parallels the experiences of the artist’s mother and herself. It illustrates an inherited fear of raising a child whose identity and body are under attack. In the wake of the 2020 attacks on Artsakh, the artist retrieved images of her mother who survived the same ethnic cleansing 30 years prior. Both the faded sepia of the past and the brighter present are entangled by conflict at their base.

Womanhood is such a journey. I was so touched when my sister in law (ten years younger) saw a painting I’d done at age 17 and completely felt the emotion of it. She understood the color and lines. We all travel these paths as women. We grow from our experiences. This painting illustrates just this. A man and woman partnered in an embrace. There have been and will be many more embraces and each one will strengthen her and define her. She is the supportive trunk a

A response to the police brutality that placed in the forefront of media (2020). This painting illustrates a couple holding each other and their child. It is meant to draw attention to the fact that mother's of black children can never reach far enough to protect their families. It is a call to action for all mothers to teach their young children about the horrors of systemic racism because no single woman's reach is great enough to protect her child against the world.

The madness of the never-ending lists that reel in our heads and weigh on our bodies and minds daily is displayed here. It's one of the many things women work through every minute of everyday. The subject is a mother who listed resale items for a living. The painting showcases the moment when clean up had gone awry and racks had fallen over her body. This moment so clearly displayed how the neverending lists take over our mental and physical experience as women.

Captures the moment of absolute peace and quiet when you allow yourself to sink down to the bottom of a pool. You are weightless. As a new mother, I yearned for the weightlessness and calm of this sensation.

In labor, the dominant figure of a woman is lost amidst the unnatural lights of hospital lights, computer screens, beeping machines and plastic tubes. Only her thick thighs ground her as she pushes. The pain is not beautiful: it drives through the spine and shatters her body. This is women’s work.

A complex grid of the love, companionship and sometimes confinement and loneliness that is experienced in marriage.

A joyful portrayal of a ancient and crumbling town in Santorini brought alive and repurposed as a playground with the presence of children. I am looking in: I am hopeful.

An unidentified face with their mouth covered is scratching to understand which is their true reflection. Which part of ourselves dictates who we are and how we are perceived? Who is staring back?

The sleeplessness is repeated throughout the course of a woman’s life. Staring out at the same crinkled sheets, exhausted, but my mind running everywhere, but sleep. Whether consumed by the pain of a lost lover, a horrid gesture from a co-worker, or the worry of a baby with a high fever the sheets crinkle, the mind races and the body never rests.

An elongated body curved and holding on against an upward pull that seems endless. The body is stretched while visually decomposing with an unnatural green seeping through the appendages. The figure physically represents the feeling of holding on at a time of loss.