I’ve always loved making collages. It’s almost a form of meditation for me, ripping apart old Vanity Fair magazines (It’s always Vanity Fair for some reason!), finding the beauty in the bright colors of high-end cologne ads. I have no plan going in. No vision. It’s just a way to unwind. When do I stop? When do I know I’m finished? When my fingers are covered in dry glue and the floor around is me is covered in magazine scraps.