Danielle Krysa

Running With Scissors

Since before I can remember, I was making things. When I was a kid I painted, I doodled, I stitched, I glued and I cut every picture out of every magazine. (Let’s just say there were a few “talks” at the dinner table about who might’ve been responsible for the the missing photographs in our prized set of encyclopedias — why are you looking at me?)