|stipe | collage + gouache on 4x6 canvas|
I am so all over the place lately, yet encased. Resolutions aren't really my thing, but wishing against impossibility is. For this year I wish we could stop telling ourselves that the painful reality was a joke. I wish we could grow up just a little bit more, so that bygones do not just remain submerged, but fall past depths deeper than bottom. I wish to not be used as an excuse or a monument or a martyr. I wish to be taken as I am now. I wish for nothing but truth. And after all of that, I wish to matter.