Every morning he left and I dreamed / of frozen eyelids- brown and blue like the dirt / I see stuck in the sky.

“Art means the freedom to express myself and to be myself. I can be alone in a room for hours and focus on creating something, and the limits are only my own skills. Art is that hard to pin down and explain part of the brain that nonetheless demands attention. But in a way, trying to explain what art means to me is like trying explain what air means. I can’t live without it.”