These works celebrate paint while blurring the line between figurative and abstract. I use my camera roll for reference and images of family, friends, and movies drive the composition. As I build up layers of paint, the color and shape of the marks enhance and destroy a domestic scene. Abstraction ameliorates semi-realistic underpainting, and recent memories take new form. Silky ink stains, spray paint splatters, drips, blobs, scrubs, and oil paint strokes of varying weight and opacity twist across an ambiguous horizon. Anxiety drives the frenetic mark making, and the images resemble something spinning out or frothing into something else. The paintings shudder with a pulsing, nervous energy that emphasizes the fragility of comfort and happiness. I transform my insecurities as a woman, mother, wife, sister and friend into something tangible and beautiful; a bittersweet beauty is brightened by the shadow it casts. I am trying to come to terms with the frightening belief that this might be the best of all possible worlds.  I am equally trying to reconcile the idea that, though beauty and struggle are inextricably linked, I may have some power over which prevails.