Aging women are often prisoners of the images that others have given us. Presenting myself has been a strategy to survive, be seen, be expressive in life. As I age my self-portraits are a guide to "Who am I?” These evocative thought-out images present a layer of observation adding depth to the collective consciousness currently engaged in raising the glass ceiling for women. I encode in my pictures my DNA, my most sensitiveness, and our need to possess sexuality. My cells speak authentically to aging justice and pass on my aura, my refining process for other people to experiment similarly.
