This body of work came about when I kept thinking about a line I had read in the surreal “Light Boxes” by Shane Jones: “You never saw it, but there’s a garden inside me.”

We all cultivate our own little universes, seemingly without the ability to share what’s growing inside: the complexity, the beauty, the devastating, the conflicting, the celebratory. As women, we can often nurture to the point where we give so much of ourselves that our own wants and needs can be lost, buried, or unrecognizable even to ourselves. I wanted to let the inside out.