Like my art and my photography, I am a work in progress. Every choice I make, good or bad, makes me even more than who I was yesterday. I believe my work speaks volumes about who I was one, five, ten years ago, but every piece is a snapshot of who I was at that moment.



That says very little about me, doesn't it? Alright, how about this: I am a whirling dervish of whimsy and weird, but even while my head may be in the clouds, my feet still tread the ground.



No? Okay. Well, I give up. In the end, my work probably says more about me than I ever could, anyway.



~Maya