Each of my fingers like brushes, dipped into unfamiliar facets of my purpose

Engulfed in various modes of creative expression

Mixing then mastering crafts

In the four walls of my frame I can solely promise imperfection

Leave your shoes at the door and I will leave my heart beating at the table

I will no longer fall victim to my greatest fear: Perception

Sincerely, a girl far too tired of ignoring her talents

Meeting me is the ultimate creative experience.