When I tell you- art is survival- I mean it from the deepest most serious parts of me. Art has allowed me to survive. To process the world and all of its dangers. It has allowed me to forgive even the worst of villains. It has given me the ability to fly. The tools may change, but art in itself has given me the process by which I grow. And even in times when I feel like I do now- unexplainably empty and torn to shreds- Gerhardt and Klimt and Ireland surge through me- and give me strength to accept when I humbly know to be true. That time has no mercy. And that life is a series of events that all demand something different of you and the what you do with what you have is important. You choose your masterpiece.