I am interested in how I perceive myself in contrast to how I am true to life. I look to explore what is eternally present and painful about my human condition: a constant cognizance of my traumatic past which invokes incredulity in the promise of a future. The lemons in my photographs are metaphors for my perceived deficiencies. They are the thoughts in my head that tell me the ways that I am not good enough, that question the sustainability of my artistic practice, and that force me to fight against myself. This internal dialog is self sabotage, and it is a cycle that constricts my ability to function. The moments of relief I experience are quickly displaced by an internal willingness to undermine myself and restart the cycle. This theme revolves around the great expectations that I pile up upon myself as a female, a wife, a student, an artist, and as a human.