This collection of work has been an exploration—a way to try to understand what it means to find myself in the middle. Mid life. Hopefully midlife! Stuck in the middle of two generations where everyone needs something.
30x72 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas
Your kids need you, your parents need you, and yet, you need them all too. You are scared, lost, lonely, stuck. Sandwiched between two generations, and time keeps moving faster and faster as each year goes by. You are open to possibilities, but you feel closed. Your body changes, your mind stays the same. You don’t feel older, yet you do, and you are.
Every Year The Daffodils Come Up Faster and Faster
30x24 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas
I finally felt like I had found my rhythm in my late 30s, early 40s. Things made sense in a way they hadn’t before. There was a stride, a confidence, a feeling of arrival. And then the world shut down. Life paused—except it didn’t really pause. It shifted, distorted, stretched. And now, somehow, we are years beyond that moment, and I’m still trying to locate where that version of life went.
In the meantime, everything else kept moving.
36x60 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas
My parents are aging in ways that feel both gradual and sudden. My kids are no longer little—they are a teen and tween. We got a puppy, because of course we did, adding another layer of responsibility and living being to care for. I am doing everything I can just to keep up, to hold it all together, to survive.
40x40 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas
Everyone needs something. Constantly. And somewhere in the noise of that, I’ve lost the ability to think clearly at all, because, perimenopause.
36x48 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas
My body hurts. Wearing a bra is never comfortable. My feet hurt all of the time, my hip and back most of the time. I eat all the protein in the world. I lift weights. I do yoga. I take creatine, fiber and joint supplements. How is it that you have like a decade of some semi normal adulting years, and then boom everything just falls apart?
12x12 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas
And underneath all of these selfish narcissist feelings, there is this quiet, persistent awareness that the world is a crazy, scary place! Yes, these problems are all first world problems, but they are my problems, my anxiety, my fears and this is what has poured out of me as I have tried to cope with the reality of life at the moment. An explosion of expressive marks and colors that feel chaotic yet grounded, somewhere in the middle.
36x60 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas
And still, I am here. I show up. I am still becoming. Even now. Even here, in the middle.
Maybe that is what midlife is—not a crisis, but a quiet, relentless unfolding that asks more of you than you feel ready to give.
36x48 inches
Acrylic and pastel on canvas