Yesterday, was bitter sweet. I got to finally pick up the book I was in over two years ago. I had totally forgotten the image until I flipped open the book and my eyes drew upon this image. Here I am, modeling a portrait of my grandmother. At that age, I thought it was okay that your family could tell you what to be and who to be. They told me who I could be friends with, not to express myself with makeup, piercings or tattoos. My biggest bully of my whole life was tied between my father and my grandmother. I look down at the image now, the artist in me was suppressed, you can see it in my eyes. An artist who wanted to stand up and be different. And, I did. I always felt like the ugly duckling… different, but call it the artist’s curse. It is a curse that changed that young girl into the artist I am today.
(Tattoos by Joshua Carlton.)