Throughout history, women have put their bodies, and thusly, their psyches through torturous measures trying to live up to the elusive thing that is beauty. We have constricted our breathing and injected ourselves with poison. We have teetered precariously, balancing on miniscule pedestals and we have crafted our flesh into acceptable contours. But we have not been forced into doing so. We have consensually subjected ourselves to these ridiculous and dangerous tribulations.

This is a condition that I not only abhor but also welcome and embrace. Herein lives my quandary. It has left me in a love/hate relationship with the idea of beauty and the quest to attain it. These images have emerged from this dichotomy. Through a combination of technical processes, I am able to merge representations of the accepted and established notions of what is beautiful with those of my manufactured grotesque. In this manner, I am able to create imagery that manages to glorify and chastise, ultimately giving way to a different definition of beauty, one of engaging oddity and lush ambiguity.