I spent the New Years Eve alone, grappling with putting ideas to paper for my upcoming exhibition in Phnom Penh. I was looking through a collection of Renaissance Masters drawings and as much as I could feel the dynamism and tension in their lines, I was unable to do it myself. I took a bathroom break. On the toilet, I looked down at my own body. I saw the wrinkles in my belly and recalled how Michelangelo was able to get the same wrinkles in his sculptures. Returning to my room, I decided to ignore the pencils and head for the molding clay. I was able to construct some quick studies (pictured above) based on my toilet experience. I was then, able to draw more clearly.