“My artistic expression initially started out as revenge, a wound that unraveled and revealed itself in the unloved corners of houses, in yellowing pages. I settled into being creature of shadow and light, stealthy and secretly furious, almost like I believed that I was fated for a glorious future, and my meekness was a form of asking. I was passionately and decidedly isolated, alone was an artform. Any art I create, in any medium, is a reflection of that faint anger: of having believed in glory, and having lived instead.”