Coming Back to Chicago was a trip of melancholy for me. Infectious thoughts about leaving California sunshine, my partner, and our cat Echo in San Francisco. I’ve Come Back to my parent’s loft in cold bustling Chicago. I’ve Come Back to sacrificing my body and mental health at times — forgetting to eat and take care of myself. I’ve Come Back to Painting my way through the midwest Winter.

I have an obsession with the absurd and nonsensical; creating imagery consumable for children that simultaneously hold heavy political, emotional, and psychosexual transgressive undertones— most of which a child should never be exposed to.