It all started with The Golden Egg Book. She asked me, “Would you want me to draw this picture for you?” I was confused, watching my mother mark lines that magically turned into the bunny on the last page. I didn’t think that she could do that, or anyone for that matter. But there it was, an exact replica of a bunny standing in the grass, hugging his best friend, a duck. I was a stubby five-year-old, baffled at the idea that someone can draw something outside a printed picture of a coloring book. So, like any little kid would, I wanted to know how to do it; I wanted to do it myself. With my mother’s advice, “Draw what you see, not what you think,” I practiced to one day to be as good or even better than her. That lesson stuck with me, and it’s something that is consistently represented in my art. As things would be, I tend to favor realism, specifically people. I do my utmost to capture the delicate beauty in human anatomy. Just like I was fascinated with my mother’s talent, I am equally submersed in the ability of others to illustrate the human body in such mesmerizing ways. With each of my drawings, I aim to incorporate hidden meanings or symbolism of some sorts. I essentially aspire to make my artwork something more than what meets the eye.