I'm working on changing the world in my mind. I'm struggling with the words in my head but I'm still trying. I often beat myself up, looking back at the thing I did or didn't say. I look at the alternate universes and outcomes and expect a perfect picture.
I am art, and I am messy. You can't look at an oil painting and judge it like a watercolor. I am a collage, a mixed-media piece of work. Someone can look at a like of cut-out pictures, layers of glue and random bits, and still see beauty.
It's not about what gallery you have been accepted into, it's the movement that brought you there.
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