I’d always thought that I would contact Maya Angelou one day and tell her that to a completely unknown socially awkward highschooler in Norman Oklahoma she was a refuge, a lifeline, and a window into the undeniable sanctity that we all poses. She was my reminder, as all great artists are, that no matter the severity of our misfit we are each individually worthy. No matter the social structures that contain us and seek to define us we are immeasurably sacred. We are each a conduit of the cosmos.

It is my greatest hope and aspiration to one day express myself as though I am incapable of being distracted from this truth.