I love to draw; I breathe, eat and sleep graffiti, paintings and other forms of art. When I was eight, I made a papier-mâché mixture out of baby powder and warm water. I didn’t know what I was doing, but the stuff actually worked. I draw all kinds of things that enter my mind and I love the fact that only I can define those things. Other people may have their say, but my view is definitive. I love working with my hands and helped my mother do projects when she had her own construction company. I said “I think I want to be an engineer.” I still do, but I encountered architecture, so I’m going to incorporate that into my life as well. I realize that I want to expand my mind to other forms of art. I find it pretty cool that I don’t yet understand everything I see. But with more analyzing and talking to artists, I can get the full picture and succeed. I draw things in my life that I feel I need to express the most. I’m very open-minded. I can be crass and loving about my work as well as others’. I only do so because I love art a lot and I don’t mean to be overly critical.