A smile can be a genuine reflection of contentment and polite acknowledgement.  For me, however, it is a protective barrier that keeps the world at an arm’s length--a neutral mask rarely revealing true turmoil.  No one needs to know when I’m afraid, sad or having a tough time.  Few know what it looks like when the mask is down.  My battles are kept internal, never wanting to be the source of negative energy.  This series results from fear of what happens to someone who keeps everything inside.  

Containment is a reflection of my hidden pessimism—an opportunity to see dashed dreams and waning hope peaking from behind a happy-go-lucky façade.  A chance to see the self-inflicted war waged against myself while telling the world everything is okay.