My current collection of paintings focuses on the study of Oysters. I have been obsessed with these little beauties for a while now. I found myself very attracted to their imperfect shapes and the sharp contrast of colors and textures. Soft vulnerable flesh on the inside clinging to the smooth interior. The hard, jagged, outer shell providing the armor of protection. Have you ever shucked one? They are almost impossible to pry open! I was curious about them before I had even tasted one. Why did they hold such value in our culture? Why would someone willingly suck down something so raw, cold, and slimy looking? I ate my first oyster out of necessity. I was stranded on a boat in the San Francisco Bay, starving, and that was the only thing to eat. After just one though I have to admit I was hooked. I started spearheading groups of friends together to make our way through all the $1 oyster nights in the city, and they more than willingly joined me. I was now part of this culture that put a value on them. I find it interesting the importance we put on objects; personal or social and how our perception can change over time as we continue to experience and grow.