Following the death of our parents, my two sisters and I were separated at an early age, living in a number of different foster homes. Somehow, we were always inextricably connected: separate but one. Through this collection of work, I hope to stimulate reflection into the labels placed on us by others, as well as by ourselves. We metaphorically begin to wear masks, initially for protection or survival, and often to our detriment. These masks shape our lives, hiding and limiting our true purpose and potential. Yet behind the mask, who we really are is safe in incubation. When we are ready to take off the mask, we emerge into the world as our authentic self, in all our beautiful, gritty glory.
“Gas Mark 3”
“Immune System”
