MY MOM took a portrait of me on a cheap camera when I was about 4 years old. In the picture, I’m sitting at a desk in my pajamas. Back then, I spent most of my waking hours in that chair, markers everywhere, filling the desk drawers with drawings and sketches. Over 23 years later, I’m still just as likely to be found at a desk in my pajamas, creating art. I always keep a copy of that portrait with me, because it helps me see myself clearly: who I am and who I’ve always been. Now I take portraits to remind other people of the same thing.