“I am strong. I am capable. I am ready” -what moms best friend used to write on post it notes for me. Now it’s true. Even if I had to stop talking to her. Sometimes that pumpkin cold brew from Starbucks and a giant ice green tea is a real cute for sadness. It’s true. Chris’s brother is a woodworker. There’s a pile of wood on the corner as the family there is also moving. I didn’t text. I ordered a burrito and Izzy soda from chipotle.to eat on the front steps of the demolition zone that used to be my studio. Change is physical right now. Change is emotional. Change so much change. It is not right to shame or hate the people who We’re mean or wronged me. I have to take note and have enlightenment in my self that they sent me on this path and that. I am grateful for this. Acceptance. It’s not all black & white. There’s grace here today. This painting was given to me by someone who gifted me the knowledge of how shitty the art world is What once was such a big deal to me,