I remember the first time I was asked to describe my work, I went blank. We stood in front of my hanging canvas that was full of meticulously placed hidden truths, yet I couldn’t mutter a single process. It was then that I realized that something that screamed my darkest secrets were only a canvas full of awkwardly assembled abstract to any outsider.I began to identify with these awkwardly placed pieces of paper and accepted them as my self-portraits, something meant to be personal and exposing.This was my growth and acceptance of my own movement as an artist.