
Hello, my dear…
I’ve finally finished the interiors of my new home…
It’s been awhile…
In such a short time so much has happened…

Six years ago to be precise…
I decided to paint what’s on the inside…
What was I thinking…
What am I saying…
Whipping up a storm that traveled through the virtual world like a chainsaw…

Without an apology or zero fu*ks given…
To begin with…
Innocent with intentions that had no frayed edges…
Hidden interests are not how I do things, my dear…
I became a hijacked undercover painter…
Freeing myself from my own shackles was my first point of call…
I know that now…
You don’t need to know math…
To talk one’s truth…

Art has become a companion of mine over the years…
The first time I held a pen…
My memory takes me back to the age of 4 or 5…
Copying the cartoon characters of another artist…
Easy peasy, my dear…

Little did I know a subconscious reminder was being displayed…
Six years ago I found my genre….
Enterdimensional…
My own space in the art world…
Non-existent as of yet…
I’m trying to avoid circles…
I’m a wildling…
Born this way…
Artistic…

Self taught and still discovering myself…
Do I need a piece of paper to feel validated…
I don’t need to know the technique of the dead…
Shall I tame my imagination to suit the palette of an audience???

Manufacture my energy into a bottle…
Cast it into the sea with a message on the inside…
Hoping the one who retrieves the floating vessel…
Will appreciate the gift full of surprises from a stranger…

What did the note read…
Choose life, my friend…
Love and peace no matter what comes your way…
Smile…
P.S…
Throw me back into the sea…
I have a charity to pass on…
How to make a killing???
How to earn a living!i
