My artwork originated as a mechanism to cope with my mother’s chronic progressive disease (Multiple Sclerosis).  I obsessively created with her image embedded as the subject; questioning how one could portray the human condition visually. Relentless hours spent documenting her gestures shaped my practice into an intimate narrative alluding to an inextricably dark yet humorous past–evolving into its own mythology.

    On one side of my family I am the great granddaughter of Edward G. Bremer, an infamously kidnapped St. Paul banker.  On the other side, I’m the granddaughter of two immigrants. My maternal grandfather being from Norway and maternal grandmother an Egyptian scholar.  I often wonder how their identities shaped mine.

    At first glance my work looks whimsical and absurd but at its heart is deeply self-reflective. Each piece functions as a glimpse into my stream of consciousness; a tangential view of an inner life bound by the meaning of memory, language, and relationships. I scour an immense personal archive for images and materials to dissect and rebuild along with my thoughts.