The work you see here represents my quest to make sense of love, life, and the finitude inherent in both. While much of my work is light-hearted and whimsical, there is always an undercurrent of delicate tenuousness, vulnerability, and a sense of the preciousness of the momentary beauty that will disappear, never to reappear. This journey has taken many twists and turns, some surprising, others saddening, and despite the challenge, or perhaps because of the challenge, I find that simply being true to myself continuously reveals a strength I didn’t know I possessed. I have never regretted being true to myself. I have come to believe that there is a moral obligation one has to be true to oneself, and this truth will have a ripple effect, so that this obligation affects others as well. I desire personal growth despite the fear I have that it will demand some relinquishment on my part, as it surely will. But nature abhors a vacuum, so where something is given up, there will be something else to fill it. I have found that the rewards of confronting these parts that must be sacrificed are freedom, peace and wisdom. In those moments when every step is crucial and demanding, I often recall the ending words of Robert Frost’s poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”: “the woods are lovely, dark and deep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep”. I have learned to appreciate the dark and deep places, to befriend and embrace it , and even nurture it, to understand that it informs my awareness of myself and the struggles of all humanity, and without it I would never question the reality of my being or my destiny.