When I was a young girl, I felt easily that I was part of the vitality of all living things, within a space that let me imagine all things are possible. The joy in excavating, discovering, and finding things of value in the dirt. I was 11 when I enrolled myself in Saturday figure drawing classes at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. I found my place, and my people. Decades later, I have come full circle. Reacquainting myself with my place and my people. A renewed curiosity connects me back to that beginner’s mind.
I was influenced by the sites and sounds of growing up in Chicago’s Ukrainian Village. It shaped my lifelong journey of creating. My love of art was born the first time I held a crayon in my hand. From a very young age, art was my savior. It gave me my identity and agency. It is that experience that compels me to create images that directly confront complicated and personal struggles in the fight for inclusion, diversity, and respect. My studies of figure and face have revealed the spirit, chaos, and grotesqueness of being alive. Life oozes through a subject’s skin, where the essence exists in the in-between spaces, the movement in the stillness, imperfections unhidden by masks, and identities that go beyond the surfaces.
Creating art has revitalized my sense of well-being during these trying times, bringing me solace. My will to survive and thrive has endured, and my story continues to be written. I’ve accepted that my art can create change not only on a material and social level, but internally as well.
I live and work in Northern California, and my work is shown throughout Denver and the Bay Area.