"Real things don't frighten me, only the things in my head do."- Francesca Woodman

 It's a very real battle for me, between real life, fantasy, and the horror stories I fabricate in my mind. Most little girls, at some point in their adolescence, dream of being the "prima ballerina". (It just sounds like the most glamorous and wonderful thing ever!) Then, time passes, those little girls grow up, and go to college, and make responsible career choices, at an age when you couldn't possibly know what you want to do FOREVER, and that's when I distinguished myself. There was never a doubt in my mind that I would be a professional dancer. It wasn't the sort of hobby I would outgrow. Of course, I had romantic ideals about what life would be like as a dancer. (I was sixteen. No one has realistic goals at sixteen!) Fortunately, I believed in myself enough to move to New York, and give this dance career a real shot...These last three years in the city have been the most extraordinarily challenging and profoundly formative years of my life. I've also met the most intensely beautiful people in this chaotic metropolis, that I now know, have changed the way I view the world. My journey in New York, and as an artist has only begun. Everyday I discover that the title, dancer, doesn't even begin to describe who I am or what I do, but everyday is a struggle against my self doubt. Though the city is bristling with harsh realities, my most terrifying moments are within my mind.