THIS UNRULY MESS I’VE MADE - FEB 26

I couldn’t escape. I’d been escaping the whole time. I had to finally look. Look at the mess we had made. In all it’s lacquered glory and it’s tarnished failures. Stare at it. Understand it. And then leave. I was too comfortable. Being comfortable is what kills artists. There is creativity for validation. And there is creativity for survival. They are very different places. I didn’t know what I wanted to say. Didn’t know how the in