The day I stopped working… buried by moving layers. My work was self-reflective. It drained me in a good way. 6 years working with people with developmental disabilities, took over my emotional supply. It wasn’t about me anymore.

I told myself, a “real artist” would not have gotten so immersed in the lives of others. Like the Felix Gonzalez quote below:

“Above all else, it is about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry. I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that’s why I made works of art.” ~ Felix Gonzalez-

But I am also in love with my family. A love that smothered the longing in all my best works.

New ideas from the dead skin of others. This process is a thick dry rope and painful in my hands to be climbed.