Our bedrooms are places of privacy where the true, unfiltered and unchecked versions of ourselves become visible. My work is the bedroom over the holidays, when I know people will be coming over. The bed is made, the clutter has been relatively organized, but I still have dirty clothes in the hamper and forgot to dust my dresser. I portray my fears, insecurities, observations, bitterness, and so on, but present it in a form of visual coding that has to be analyzed to fully be understood. Some people might come into the bedroom and see it as a clean room revealing secrets here and there. Those who snoop around will see the dirty laundry.