Honesty is difficult. Facing your own reflection can be very confronting – you might see parts of yourself that aren’t real; hollow imitations of others or maybe parts of yourself that you’re not ready to deal with. Expressing honestly what you think about yourself or how you see the world, how you truly see your family or your culture – it can be frightening, and it makes expressing a feeling even more difficult. My work is not a Fact, my work is a Feeling, I don’t pretend to know anything or to be making any definitive social or political statement. I’m asking questions and simply making the work that I need to be at peace with myself, my human-ness, my mortal-ness, my ego, and my failures.
