I can not talk about my work without talking about myself. My work is me and I am my work.. I have always wanted to be an artist and I have always made my work. Talking about my current practice makes me feel like I am talking about how I currently feel. My work is trying and my work is looking but my work as yet, has not found a place. My work second guesses itself and my work is shy but sometimes it is awful and garish and loud and wont be quiet. My work is a set of contradictions based on the contradictions I have within myself. My work used to seem different and excited and now I feel it is conservative and tired…or am I just meaning me? I can not separate myself from my work and I can not separate my work from myself.