There is something inside of me that I am constantly trying to bring into the physical world.

I’ve spent enough time trying to figure out what looks good. I’m more interested now in what looks like me. There is a difference.

There is a particular freedom in realizing that being wrong does not make an expression worthless. Sometimes being wrong is how the conversation begins.

There are names where history tells the person who to be. And then there are names where the person gets to tell history what the name meant. Thank God I am one of those people.