I currently live in an old bakery that is now my studio and apartment. I live with three other beautiful souls whom i don't see enough, and a few doors down from my best friend in the world. I'm currently trying to understand the impossible balance of living -vs- working my self to death.

There aren't enough hours in the day to have the conversations i want with the people I'm missing. I'm trying to collect as many shiny stones I can find.

My best friends are my brother and sister. If i could, I would take them far away from everyone else and we would live in the forest forever.

I'm unsure of everything. Everything except the art that i make. I am sure that is the one thing i truly want: to always use my ugly hands in making beautiful things.