For someone who relies on nature and the color green to make a good majority of their work, New York City can be an awfully uninspiring place to call home. One would think I’d get used to the winter months after spending 25 years alive in this climate of four (unbalanced) seasons, but this year brought a new wave of seasonal depression.

It was an artist’s block I could not pass. I could not find inspiration, despite for the first time feeling comfort in every corner of my life. I have always been quite embarrassed at feeling unable to make work of substance, and I think much of this has to do with the over-saturation of imagery we are inundated with on the day to day.

In the age of social media, and as an artist using the platforms, it can be brainwashing at times. To assume your talent or success coincides with the number of people who “like it”, is a happenstance I believe many of us would not like to admit to thinking. With this method of so-called logic in mind, I decided to sift through my digital archive of images, and made newspaper prints of those deemed “the most liked” by the public that follows me, damaging the images to represent the thousands of taps and scrolls an image endures as the artist launches it out into the endless scroll.