I’d like to ask a question, to the the wyrdest one of them all…Does your reflection whisper? Whimper? Does your perception roar with a wildness? Fiercely. What are you trying to say with your image? If you are a maker of meaning and delight? Don’t you start with what you see upon first sight? So focus on looks, honestly it’s half of the battle. I’ll teach you to walk, to talk and to dress, like the queen of your dreams…

When I talk about carving space with my teeth, I’m talking about showing up as the perfection I was born with. Demanding attention with my voice, with my whole ass, is a desired outcome of performing for the lens. So the viewer, you, my muse, becomes the object of my lust, landing with fuse. Might I stay and wander in your mind a while?

I want to know why Anger has become my strongest teacher. Their approach is rough and messy, but strong — full of willful notions. There is a safety net dropping, if only the call finds the answers.