Persephone eats the pomegranate seed. The wolf chases Little Red Riding Hood. Abraham begins to raise his blade to Isaac. My paintings revolve around characters and archetypes in the stories we all know by heart. They are malformed, off-center, but strangely familiar. Like a half-forgotten childhood memory. What can our collective iconography tell us about our world? We are all the main character in our own stories. Who decides how it ends?