I am constantly asked “when did you become an artist” which at this point in my life seems like a ridiculous question. I did not “become” an artist… I have always been one. For my art is an expression of who I am not just what I am cable of placing on canvas or molding from clay. I create; take my hands, I’ll sing; my voice, I’ll dance; my legs… I’ll dream. I create. To accept who I am has not been a smooth path, I constantly feel watched, judged, even sometimes hated but to me those behavior have no face. This piece is an embodiment of forgiveness for those who are lost or have yet to discover who they are. It is really none of my business what people think of me.