The bloated object, a balloon, is reflecting fragments of my appearance distorted beyond my control. The alterations convolute my ability to see and require me to stare more austerely to find the familiar shapes. The inflated thing takes upon itself what I believed my form to be, and fractures it into something of its own. The mutable image appearing inside it exists underneath the metallic surface, while a static painted smile sits on top of it all. The process of painting becomes a challenge to grasp oneself. A face is repeated several times throughout the painting, and the various objects and colors carry an intimate significance, while constructing a somewhat ungraceful body, with its head, the balloon.