I don’t remember the first time someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I’m not sure what my answer was, I probably told them something outrageous and beautiful like a scarecrow or a butterfly. I remember the second time someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I think I proudly said I would be a veterinarian. That little heart grew into a big one who couldn’t take the loss. When I was in high school I felt sure I would be a psychologist, and then I realized I loved people from a further distance, I was more entranced by looking. I became someone who looked, and documented other’s lives, quietly, from a distance, and if you asked me a year ago what I wanted to be I would have told you an artist, a photographer.
Today if you ask me what I want to be when I grow up I would tell you a force of nature. I would tell you I’d want to leave a path of controlled destruction in my wake. I would tell you I want to balance myself between rage and passion and love and kindness. I would tell you I want to have the confidence to jump in to be honest with myself. Today I want to be both a performance and genuine,
Today I am on my way there.