I've always drawn stuff. I don't make art professionally, although I've got a BFA. Years have gone by since I've spent long hours alone making pictures on a regular basis. Recently I've been finding my way back into the practice of image making using primarily chalk, graphite and paper. I'm trying to represent something of the world I see inside my mind. I make my living spending hours alone cleaning and listening to audiobooks. For some reason my mind makes pictures of the characters and landscapes as a strange abstract shadow of the world I see through my eyes. Rather than picturing a particular actor as a character, I realized that I picture them as a kind of unsteady expressionist conglomeration of colors and shapes. After thinking about this for a while, I realized that much of the thought inside my head seems to be organized by shifting stuttering lines, colors and textures. When I'm feeling good about stuff, there are clear, clean colors. When things seem overwhelmingly scary, it's muddy. I think I've always liked Dionysus over Apollo, so I tend to feed the scary, murky side naturally and have to force myself into the light when it gets too heavy.