I'm really interested in the nondefinitive element of abstraction.

When you're not a mom, you can get up in the middle of the night, paint, sleep all morning... you can't do that when you have two children!

That's what I'm interested in: the space in between, the moment of imagining what is possible and yet not knowing what that is.

You're not just this person who's from your own specific experiences, but the collective experience of what makes you who you are because of time.

The erasure itself became the action. It seemed to suggest a moment in terms of how sad or pessimistic you can feel in a political environment or a historical situation. But it felt like a really hopeful gesture in the painting.

Race always comes up in the conversation of Detroit.

I always wanted to be an artist, but I didn't really know how someone could make a life out it.