My appetite for being understood artistically is voracious. I feel like I’ve been locked in a box for most of my life, unable to speak what I was trying to say. Thanks to an unbelievable amount of artistic squirming, my words now are conveyed in shapes. 
In the art world, there are many onion layers to success. I’m currently looking at larger scale situations and trying to pick my brain apart as to how to jump up the scales and up the layers in an organic way. Now that I’ve built the first tools to maneuver this, I’m in the process of making bigger tools to dance harder and faster. 

I was given a strange life. The husbandless wife: the quiet journey of a twinflame. Most of us don’t have kids because Daddy’s probably not coming home anytime soon. However, my voluminous silent time is spent executing art acrobatics through perfectly timed art somersaults and meticulously chosen decisions. 

I’m researching which types of explosions (prizes and exhibitions) I have to set off next to be heard. What do I have to do to get there? Where does the art go next? What contemporary figurines do I have to shine my face in front of? How vague does the language get, and how big do the sculptures have to be? Do I need a team in Tokyo and in London, or should I adopt a simpler life in the foothills of Switzerland while it all takes off?

I’m excited about swirling all of the pot together. To get each one involved, like a big, electric soup. It’s kind of like Khaleesi,  just not as mad. I’ll still be throwing swords and screaming,’ Dracarys’ while the wind whips through my hair.

Always big change on the horizon because showing at the same spots you did when you were 25 just doesn’t cut it. Always moving forward with confidence and grace. I’m never going to give up, so don’t off me before I get there.

- your favorite diamond, the 1st of a million