Through these self-portraits I’m letting go of control, I’m allowing the glass to transform my image. I’m deconstructing myself as I form my visage, creating the shells of who I am in the moment. I use heat, gravity, and found objects to deform my portrait, sometimes morphing it into something unrecognizable. The glass naturally folds in on itself, it creates layers of motion and traps light, yet most of it remains hidden due to the sand-blasted surface of the glass. Through this action I mask the messy complicated insides, just showing the softness of the exterior surface. Masking it, just as I have hidden the internal suffering and deep PTSD that I have from my rapes.