In 2024-25 I participated in a journey to use art to uncover, dislodge and toss away for good the hinderances that had prevented me from living as the woman and artist I knew I was meant to be. It was my own sense of inferiority against the artist paragon that was Mom that were my demons. It is not uncommon, this precarious dynamic between mothers and daughters, after all. Mom has always loved me, but as humans we all come with baggage passed down through many generations, p
