THIS UNRULY MESS IVE MADE FEB 26

I couldnt escape. Id been escaping the whole time. I had to finally look. Look at the mess we had made. In all its lacquered glory and its tarnished failures. Stare at it. Understand it. And then leave. I was too comfortable. Being comfortable is what kills artists. There is creativity for validation. And there is creativity for survival. They are very different places. I didnt know what I wanted to say. Didnt know how the in