I have never felt comfortable within the realms of the “conceptual insider art world.” Using art as a method to achieve some sort of social status through intellect is something I can’t grasp, and prefer to use it as a therapeutic device to cope with my—often debilitating—social anxiety and depression. My work exemplifies the struggle between my mind’s habitual cravings for a place, while my body is stuck in another. Through reoccurring imagery and text, I am able to create honest, specific, and autobiographical work about the different routines that help me confront this disconnect.