I love stories, and I'm a big fan of folk tales. I love their imaginative imagery, and how simple things are told on an epic scale or epic things are told simply.

One that I loved when I was younger was a story from Japan called The Tale of Genji, written by a woman named Murasaki Shikibu. Genji is the son of an emperor, and the story follows his relationships with a multitude of women throughout a life in which his true station is never really recognized. It is widely considered to be the world's oldest novel (boasting close to ninety different versions), and the story is told through a cultural form of implied, half-spoken poetry. It's a really lovely, if very challenging book.

I've spent the past six years single and dating. It has been a period of time filled to exploding with simple epic things and implied, half-spoken poetry, and it has been a really lovely, if very challenging experience. This series is what I've made of it. There are a total of ten pieces, and I will be adding them one at a time. 

I've found that things are seldom what they appear to be, but are frequently what we decide they are; first impressions and last impressions are the same phenomenon filtered through different pairs of eyes set in the same faces. We all live within our own interpretations of what it means to be who we are in the world, and the separate realities that we all carry with us bump into one another both awkwardly and with grace.