The bedroom, while it is dingy and drab there lurks color and intensity. The walls surrounding me are covered with fierce enigmatic prints, excitement but muddle the  imagination with a euphoric bliss. There is no end, just a warmth of emotion. So I hide. I mask. I camouflage. I lose identity but I gain dominion. It’s a privilege to tell my story and search the relationship between the inner self-portrait and the outward appearance. By manipulation, my camera creates imagery that is both concealing and semblance. I attempt to tell this story by using ambiguous and mesmerizing photos of the prints around me while portraying myself through the same flesh and blood I try to hide. Try to mask. Try to camouflage.