Are your memories blurry, or do they glow like they were just yesterday? When I first felt inspired, it was through gummy food. When I first broke the boundaries of art, it was through glass. This art started out looking like lava, and ended as a burger that glows like the memories I have in my joy of creation.
My First
My first, but not my last.
My first political stance.
I am an egg, not ready to see the world yet.
But I am here, not ready to disappear.
I stay true to myself, swirling past everybody else.
Even if I am not yellow, I have the same properties as any other egg.