“To look outward with clarity, I had to look inward with courage.”

These two small bodies of work—drawings revisited from childhood, in collaboration with my elementary school self, and raw paintings from a sketchbook in my late teens and early twenties—are not where my practice begins or ends, but they are where it cracked open.

They are quieter, more private. Yet not unrelated. They trace how [ i ] learned to notice, to survive, to make meaning from emotion. Reminding the inward journey is never separate from the outward.