When a caterpillar goes through metamorphosis, they go into their cocoons and dissolve all the parts of their bodies except for the imaginal disks. These disks then use the caterpillar soup to feed themselves and grow each part of the new butterfly. Isn't this what I do when I make art? I dissolve my experiences and memories in the studio and all that is left is the imagination fed by these experiences- random snipets of recollections and the world around me, filtered through my hand and the material. From them, I create something new. I am changed and reborn.