"C'est Moi!"

I am the Play-doh creation of a toddler who rolls me, flattens me, and contorts me. The child takes the different colored globs: hot orange, fiery red, explosive pink, burning yellow and smashes them together into some unknowable shape. Each color clings to the other, but somehow stands out on its own.

I am the painting of a preschooler who doesn't understand the value of a brush, but prefers dipping their fingers into all of the containers. They coat their small prints in the colors that catch their eye and then drag them slowly down the page. There are lines and fingerprints and mixing of colors. The page is just a bunch of motions that create unknowable forms.

I'm the coloring book of a kindergarten student who prefers people in their crayola land to be green, purple, and blue. One who doesn't bother staying in the lines, but somehow, through a lawless scribbling motion, creates their own structure. Everything, in some odd way, lines up and comes together to form a uniquely colorful design.

I'm a person who continually shapes, molds, and discovers himself.