Here's truth number 2: I am a cutter. Have been since I old enough to hold a pair of blunted child-poof scissors in my stubby hands. I would spend countless hours cutting up images out of magazines and creating mixed-media art and sculptures out of it. I would literally lose track of time and go to this perfectly quiet and peaceful place where I could have intense focus and just create. And I was happy. A few months ago I was not happy, so I pulled out some magazines and scissors and started creating again. My mom saw me and said, "Oh great! You are cutting again!"--probably the only mother in the world excited that her daughter is cutting. But the process completely transported and transformed me once again. I loved that I was able to take something of no value, and recombine it in such a way as to create something beautiful, quirky, and innovative--something completely unique.