When I was in the second grade I was put into a special reading class because I was behind the reading level of the other children. People that know me well are usually surprised by this because I often have my face buried in a book, but it was my dad who made that possible. He pulled out books like The Chronicles of Narnia and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and had me read out loud to him after I finished my homework. I was pulled into a world of fantasy and magic that I have never truly exited since; it is the root of my creativity. From this place of memory I create dreams of the world around me. They are not always happy, they tend to be filled with color, and they are not mind shatteringly complex, but they all come from a desire to see something new in what my eyes pass over every day. That can mean a world of monsters roaming the train tracks or just a picture of a place that I see everyday taken from an angle I never view it from.
I want my work to have whimsy and make people think more about the world around them. I want to make something that will make people laugh at the gum on their shoes or think more about the old shirt in their closet that they should have thrown out years ago. I want people to see that even simple things can be important and I want to make something worth noticing.
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