ABSTRACT OF THOUGHT

This is the space where I tell you that I've been drawing since before I could walk. That when I was a child my father would travel on business and I was inconsolable for his absence and that the only way to calm me down was to draw him. That three circles and a squiggle for a moustache was enough to pacify me. It's where I tell you that the only way I survived school was by filling my notebooks with doodles and how the only real dreams I've had for my bucket list is having a space where canvasses the size of walls adorn my days and hang in galleries. It's not the riches or the fame or notoriety that I find so alluring. I can't explain it. I just see a gallery and know. Not believe. I know my work belongs there. I don't know why. It just does.