when i was eight years old, i was assigned by my second grade teacher to "write a letter to my eighteen-year-old-self" - a "self" that i hadn't met yet, but one that would surely be curious to know what had been coursing through my mind ten years earlier. in effect, it was "a time capsule" that was meant to describe what we wanted to do to make the world a more beautiful place. can't get much more broad than that. i wrote the letter, sealed it in an envelope that said
DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2009 (18 YEARS OLD) and gave it to my mom who kept it in a "safe place." in 2008, on my 18th birthday (note: NOT 2009, as i had indicated - clearly, math was not my forte), i opened the letter...
i had written that i wanted to make art. i wanted to make art and have it be in museums so that other people would see it and smile. i wanted other people to be happy when they saw my work. i also wrote that i wanted to live in california so that i could swim in the ocean. how crazy that i am now an an undergrad art major, living in southern california. it seems that the pieces have come together...
it is now 2010, two years later, and my mission is still the same. i don't anticipate it changing. i have always loved to create, and hope that what i do (be it doodles in the margins of my notebooks or abstract aluminum statues) can make other people happy.
it's all about exchanging the vibes - positive, healthy, flowing, free. i am inspired by where i am, the people i am surrounded by, and the art that came before me. and though it is a constant struggle, i try always to be in the moment, allowing the immediate culture of an experience to seep into my work.