I was born along a tiny beam of light. At some point the pull of the strand was too great to ignore. In a moment a long time ago I saw a door, so brief. The memory of that door and what it meant haunted me. I built up from that point, loss, a life with color in it. Clumsy, messy and as passionate as I was capable of. A life of Art or as Art.
At some point a decision, maybe not my own, was to go All In. Golden keys began to be handed out to me in Visions. Years later, I have pockets full of shiny keys of all sizes. Miraculously, instead of one door I am faced with many Colorful doors. Fear or Loss don’t seam to behind any of them. I’ve opened a few to see my future. It’s fucking Glorious