My departure is from the facade, and my arrival is at the self. I’ve spent my career making photojournalism and documentary work, however, ‘Edible trip to Innerspace’ is a consequence of becoming acquainted with the untainted imagination in complete isolation.

The global pandemic has stripped away several layers of my life, including work and socializing,  and all I’m left with is my own version of the truth and the dried pantry goods in my kitchen. In my world, I exist among electric colors, frozen candles, ah-ha moments, drying flowers, fake and real bugs, spongy floors, obsessively-sculpted gelatin, lots of candy, silk grass, and tin foil wallpaper. It’s been nice coming to accept myself here.