My name, is Elizabeth. I am an artist based in Asheville, NC.

In childhood, my creative pursuits evolved from making friendship bracelets and knitting to ceramics and fine art classes. There was a stent of weaving, a period of wood carving, and lessons in hand-sewing and quilting. After school, a love for movies, scratch cooking, and digital drawing reigned supreme. Reflecting on these experiences, I realize that a persistent hunger to engage in the creative process has been the most consistent thread in my life. And art had become my essential tool for exploring the world and expressing myself.

In my work, I delve into the intricate layers of human experience, using fine-line work and mixed media to explore the philosophical questions that shape our existence. I am fascinated by the tension between opposites - order and chaos, certainty and doubt, and the spaces that lie in between. Utilizing texture, pattern, contrast, and movement to emulate the complexities of life and inner thought.

The line is a recurring element throughout my work. Much like bones in the human body, lines form the structure on which I build. Even when the lines create something quite abstract, the interpretation of feeling and observing come together beautifully in unexpected ways through line art. It strips a subject back and simultaneously brings forth finer details.

Each drawing is an attempt to reconcile the philosophical dichotomies that define our world: mind and body, self and other, permanence and impermanence. Weaving together these themes, I aim to create spaces where viewers can reflect on their own existential questions. My work is not about offering answers, but rather about inviting contemplation and encouraging a deeper engagement with the uncertainties and beauty of being human.

I currently live and work out of a tiny home on a dairy farm outside of Asheville, NC

In 2019, I packed up my Jeep and headed out West.

Despite eventually moving back to the East Coast, I am so grateful to have experienced these beautiful places as home for a few years.

My favorite kitchen growing up was in our farmhome in Chapin, SC. We had a small garden and I remember the planting, the harvesting, and the canning in the summers. It was so exciting to see the entire process from planting a seed to eating a meal from the food it provided. My Mom and I still reminiscence over that little country home and garden that we miss so much.

In that kitchen and others, my Mom taught her children a love and respect for providing for the table. And the kitchen remains one of my favorite creative spaces to this day.

Miss you, handsome boy