About

I grew up in a very large, very loud, very active Catholic family. And when you are one of five, with fifty-two first cousins, sometimes you get lost. And because I was missed in the mix-up nobody knew that I needed glasses. And nobody knew that I had terrible ear infections, and that the world was a mumbled, muted, blurry jumble.

But every Sunday, in our old New England stone and stained glass church, I would lay in the pews, feet on my brothers, head on my mom’s lap, and I would find myself in a gauze of color and sound.

In a way, this began it all- my life as an artist.

Eventually somebody noticed, and I got the glasses, and the ear surgeries, and everything went to something normal. But those moments soaked in my bones. And in a way, I am still trying to capture those intensely strange, beautiful, and comforting moments.