Here I am, starting my studies at GSA last September and at that point, my studio is fresh and almost bare. It's an honest, but slightly redundant sentiment I expressed in clay before me. The night's skyline is seen through the window with the reflection of my painting I dragged with me from Brooklyn visible all at the same time. It feels strange to look at this image now, knowing what I felt then and what I feel now, a struggle that ensued over the past year to understand my art, and a new definition of what it means to be me.