"From within the white stone, statues began to emerge, me. Dozens of me. The masks I had worn through the years, shaped into stone: the artist, the thief, the student, the liar and dozen others. Each persona sculpted in exquisite detail, caught mid-motion as if they had turned to look back at me in the moment of their unraveling." -Alexa May Alexa’s parents died when she was young, leaving her orphaned — but her exceptional talent for sleight of hand and passion for art soon caught the at...