From a young age, graffiti always spoke to me. To me graffiti artists were outlaws who made art in the riskiest way possible, society thought of them as delinquents but I thought they were heroes. I too began to write, but would often express my feelings rather than having a “tag”. Later on after I became a photographer I began to paint graffiti over my photos, as a way of communicating things to myself and those around me. For this piece I kind of have been using the words on the walls to make sense of the death of my best friend, and I always imagined that she didn’t want to die, that she just wanted to be numb and I could’ve saved her.