Human beings are rather vain. In my view, the arts exist because we love to see our reflection in the mirror of creative work—we want to empathize. I like the sense of identity one experiences when confronted with the image of a body. The infinite variety of our personalities, shapes, and movements is an invitation to keep investigating the human figure through the infinite possibilities of mark-making. Often, paper serves as both support and medium, offering a whole vocabulary. What does crumpling imply? Tearing? A worn surface?
