UC San Diego

Twenty-years ago my hand shakily sketched facial expressions; ten years ago my mind captured relationships on Polaroid film; in the past three years my iris has become a polished and refined lens studying each and every idiosyncrasy. The complexity of human nature, interaction, social memes, cultural barriers, and history... in short, life has always fascinated me. I was first bitten by the Big Bad Wolf when I was six years old. Since then the theater has lefts its impression underneath my skin and scar tissue of playwrights remains. My first year I was fortunate enough to breathe the indelible ink of Odete's, live in the over intelligible naivety of Chekhov's Schoolteacher, speak the optimistic wisdom of Don Quixote, and compose the angst of a misunderstood youth forced to raise his mother. My second year was all about getting my nails dirty. Rutherford Selig taught me to locate myself, Kimball and Smith gave me the knowledge of patience in bewildering circumstances, Richard and Anthony shaped my spine to stand tall, and Hetchman opened my heart to soar and my misconceptions to shed. Sender helped me find a physical journey, from being immensely front-footed to being beaten down to the tip of frailty. Paul Sears showed me the nature of the future: Fighting, clawing, and always driving to produce your art. I have the tools. I'm ready to build. The focus is steady. I'm ready to add to the collage of lives I get to portray.