Whenever I have felt so many thoughts and a jumble of things in my head, I always resort to some form of “art” as an outlet. When I write my thoughts, I am a bit clearer as to what I am feeling because I use words. But when I create a piece of visual artwork: painting, collage, etc. I never seem to truly understand where the feelings come from. They seem too float out of me as I create this feeling with my artwork.

This piece, which I haven't named, is my real return to this form of expression. Although I had the theme I was supposed to portray at the back of my head, I didn't really think of it. I just let things come together in me. For one whole entire moment I became lost in this world where the only voice I heard was mine and words didn't speak. I had a mass of things I could've pasted on, but I really didn't feel I should. I experimented with charcoal, chalk and water to create the feel in the background.

While working on this project I was really bothered with having “edges”. I tried to destroy them and help the pictures blend into the background and be part of the piece rather than have that, “ Iʼm-a-picture-pasted-to-this-board” look. I just looked for my art to come together as one, even with their own individual symbolism, they were connected.