When I was eighteen I found a way to live through oil painting. As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized there’s an innate desire in my soul to channel experiences into a medium, as the essence of express my realest self. I’m incredibly proud to be able to share the work I made back then and smile knowing my younger self is smiling back at me. Feels like a recurring theme of this lifetime has been uncovering little time capsules of memory; old poems scribbled onto napkins, sketches and photographs. If you’re like me and you’re too sentimental for your own good and can’t seem to stay out of trouble, my best advice is remember everything can be a double edged sword. If you try so hard to be tough, you’ll crash into all the soft parts of who you are. And when you allow yourself to be soft, I’m talking heart-on-your-sleeve-guts-out in all the ways the circus out there tells you is unacceptable and shameful, you’ll realize broken glass is also very sharp and full of cunning use. You cannot be measured by the bits of yourself you lost along the way. In trying and be more or less of one thing you must realize you were always transforming.