As I grew older, the look of my room changed—but never the process. In the later years of living North Carolina, images joined the collections of objects that filled my space. As always, I paid intense attention to what surrounded me in the most personal of spaces, losing track of time as I turned my bedroom walls into exhibition spaces. Poems, drawings, photographs, letters, tapestries, paintings, magazine pages, ticket stubs…anything holding personal significance found its way onto a wall. In recent years, the idea of personal space has become even more pronounced while living with others. The walls of the spaces in which I live continue to be a reflection of myself, my experiences, and my creative process and create a space that feels like a home.