

Always Just Beneath the Surface
Around the time I started to develop into a woman an eating disorder consumed me. I don’t know that I’ll ever truly understand how or why, but my life was never the same. My idea of being a woman was very wrapped up in an idea of beauty that was the farthest thing from healthy. I wanted to be seen in a way that when I looked at myself I couldn’t see anywhere. I felt ugly. I felt insufficient. I felt unwanted.


The Perfection Paradox
There is beauty that lies in imperfection. It is easy to see it when you step back and think about your favorite pair of jeans. For me, I see the beauty in the imperfections that present as I work on a piece of art and how this creates emotion and meaning that otherwise would be lost.