In the city of Toledo, Oh the art museum acquired a sculpture of two people facing each other hollowly hugging their knees comprised of letter and characters. I imagine myself as something like that. Small sitting inside of the shell that society and life has put me in. comprised of everything they want me to be , do and think. Quietly I sit inside of myself as I paint the walls in ways they would find grotesque. Graffiti covering the walls of my soul as I write the words of who I am on the inside of my eye lids always in pen because I never want to forget where I have come from and who I am. I cross out the old parts of myself and mold the new. Crafting tools made from the things this life has thrown my way to chip away at this shell they have cast around me.