Before I started making my artwork for this body of work, I thought about the importance of patience in my practice. Everything that has happened has brought me to this moment. Every moment opened more opportunities for my growth as a person on this earth. Just like doors. They open, they close. My personal narrative requires time to be understood. I learned that the time I needed was entirely internal. But the work I make hopefully speaks in between the languages I so eagerly try to grasp. My mother tongue. My immigrant tongue. My in between tongue. My actual tongue. My body. I've accepted that language is something so powerful. And I've realized my best expression is through touch, a gaze, a movement. My physical body is always so active when I create art. I'm happy I can use this third language to talk about the intensities of my mind. I might not have all my concepts perfected but I'm trusting the instinct inside me to make work everyday. I guess I'm always working in progress.