What Else Is There For Me To

Trying To Be A Professional Dancer, Paying My Rent By Posing Nude For Art Classes, Staring At People Staring At Me Naked. Daring Them To Think Of Me As Anything But A Form They Were Trying To Capture With Their Pencils And Charcoal. I Was Defiant. Hell-bent On Surviving. On Making It. But It Was Hard And It Was Lonely, And I Had To Dare Myself Every Day To Keep Going.

Death Was A Big Part Of My Life Growing Up. I Went To Lots Of Funerals.

I Think That Its An Artist's Responsibility To Have A Point Of View. Society Takes Its Cue From Popular Art. People Need Something To Look To, Something To Provoke Them Into Questioning Whether They Completely Hate Something Or Completely Love Something.

I Am Because We Are. We All Bleed The Same Color. We All Want To Love And Be Loved.

Why Did I Want To Break All The Rules? Because The Rules Didn’t Make Sense, That’s Why