What happens when grief is not so tame? What if it breaks through our four-walled souls and manifests as a wilderness?

Through the genre of fantastical realism, I’ve illustrated how I see this process using symbols of piety, addiction, wallowing, escape, and foreboding. Aiding me are Pre-Raphaelite allusions, twisted fairy tales, mythology, and biblical literature. In washes of watercolor, ravens cry with despair while a plaid-clad girl explores the boundaries of a disorienting landscape.

This is the Grief House.

Original artworks and glicee prints available for purchase.