I've been a lifelong writer. But a stint with crippling writers block got me questioning if words are the only tools with which one can write. I picked up a paintbrush and starting making marks on the canvas. They ended up resembling what I do in my writing--trying to find order in the chaos. I work with marks and grit and ephemera to texturehistory on the canvas. Then I superimpose order through geometric shape. It is the work of life, to sift through the chaos and make sense of it.