We often hold beauty as synonymous with perfection and order. However, nature is often considered perfect, and yet it is filled with "mistakes" and "flaws" at every level. Is a flower less beautiful when we notice that it's not perfectly symmetrical? Are fallen autumn leaves ugly because they're dispersed chaotically? What about ourselves? While we view others through foggy, rose-colored glasses, as the only ones privy to our entire histories and thoughts, we often view ourselves through magnifying glasses that focus on the aspects we feel the most insecure about. 

My drawings are an an extension of myself and an expression of inner conversations, often a continuation of the constant battle with my self-criticism. It's a relatively easy and fun way to push ahead against my self-doubts, challenge what I think my limitations are, and better understand the illusions I hold about myself and the world.