“at a certain point you can’t have art unless you would die without it.”

artists are like clouds, skimming the surface, fading in and out. tousled hair, tousled space.

the creator’s space is so personal, a never ending circle that weaves and changes with the season. it should inspire, and feel never-ending. artists don’t view the world through scarcity, they view it through unlimited opportunities.

they are the heros of their own stories.