My work emerges from experiences of foreignness shaped by living in multiple countries. While movement has offered growth and adaptation, it has also created a sense of displacement. Rooted in childhood road trips, car travel became a constant connecting past, present, and future. Seen from behind the steering wheel, the work explores roads and transitional landscapes as metaphors for memory, migration, and emotional transition through atmosphere, light, and weather.

I think about the vast sky, of the compost pile we stash along the laneway, I think about the new woodpile and butterfly season. But looking at those two-day lilies that have found a home amongst the buckthorn, goldenrod and wild roses, I think mostly about a story my mom tells. The one about her cousin stopping by the farm on his bike - and picking a bouquet of lilies from the garden bed for his date. These stories help build the memory of this place...