this year i tore down the walls of the world i had built for myself. God ripped up the floor, others knocked the ceiling off. 2017 was a violent, fun, beautiful journey. i cut my hair like dora and i haven’t sat my ass down since. i had so many lows this year. most were valleys silently trudged through. but the highs are high, and the views from the mountains are glorious. i’ve learned how to cruise in the in between. i want to thank my family and friends for helping me so much this year. i learned the importance of accepting help from the ones that love you. they all grabbed whatever they could and just helped me build something new. something flexible, something that takes care of herself as much as she does her business, something that can lay her insides out on a table almost as well and quickly as she can throw on her armor. i am in no way upset that this year is coming to a close because it was so long that i’m like “remember a couple years ago,” talking about february and i’m over it. thank you to everyone that has supported me and my art this year, cause that’s everything to me. let’s keep building then.