Gallery Girl

Like a pig in the mud, I’m playing in my own filth. The circus dances around me while I’m fixated, my mind desperately trying to create. I feel like a puppet on strings, with the unknown as my master. I’m reacting without any thought, like it’s the perfect performance. The world always says “think before you act” or “do you ever think before you speak?” But my art is born from acting first and thinking later. It’s such a freeing place for me. Still, I worry I’ll just be harvested for my meat.