To look back at my sketchbooks throughout the years is to visually trace the span of my life, from past countries that I have called home, to great loves and heartaches.

Perhaps this interest in investigating the Self was rooted in my formative years spent walking museum halls, where the female form still exists anachronistically in its revered state of high, idealized beauty.

These relics of past artistic cannons were always my strongest influences.  In the myriad of collections across the globe, this idealized spirit still lives and thrives. Thus, it has reflected itself completely in my personal aesthetic, as I too romanticized myself, as we all do, through the instrumental fiction of our personal narratives...