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November 12, 2011

Dream Mask: self portrait

I found this note today in shuffling through some studio boxes. I think it was written for me to find today.

2003

Dear Molls, I am sitting here cooking dinner alone thinking about you. You know you are the only one who can defeat yourself. This is a war and now more than ever is the time to keep your head up. The now is the moment you can find yourself in. Working, searching and just trying to enjoy life. Sometimes more than others.

But now is not the time for being discovered or for enjoyment. YOU have been given a task – also known as your talent – that is to say Molly – I am meager in my knowledge of such matters about what is good and beautiful and divine. But in the most holistic sense I believe that you really have a gift – a sense, a song for others to hear. I am sure of this.

So my plea goes:

Please, most beautiful girl, make art as though there is no tomorrow. Make art until your knuckles bleed. Worry not about who you are. Believe. I do. You are an artist. And I love you for it.