I cannot help what I do. I am driven by a force that makes me unable to keep myself from doing and being what I am. I want to impart a vision onto the world that brings a greater understanding of who we are. With art, I seek to skew the barriers between them and us, the priveleged and the marginalized, the beautiful and the ugly. We all belong on this Earth. When I create, it does not belong to me; I am just releasing something of its own conscience. When I counsel others, I do it not for my own benefit but because I must. When I make people up for the camera, I cannot swim in the pretense of the fashion industry. I do it because I like to see the sincere smiles of those I work with. I like showing what is real. I like exposing the potential and the beauty of someone who has forgotten how special they are. When I write, I do so with emotional abandon and little regard for offending others. In a job interview, I tend to trip over my words and say the wrong things. I work hard, feel with my heart and give of myself. I am kind, organized and know what I'm doing. I don't fit into a box, cage or social norm, but I do try sometimes. It's been a struggle to get to where I want to be. I have high ideals and I dream big.
