My art is my confession: secrets woven throughout, there and invisible. I hide my monsters in blank spaces, my fears on bright ideas, my doubts under the beautiful, my sins within words. They are everywhere, these secrets. You’ve probably seen a few – they look like smiles except pushed a little deeper down.

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