the perfect recipe

all charcoal images are drawn after and for the writing. 2025.

I never knew how I wanted to describe my feelings. I knew I wanted to write, I wanted to talk I wanted to talk to you in the kitchen and tell you my philosophy and somehow it flows off my tongue in perfect order in Oscar award winning speech, and I don’t want to be in a crowd or be under pressure, I want to stay true to the moment. It only flows off my tongue because I’m in the moment and no other moment will do, no other person, no other time, it’s only this time. If I could freeze this time and this moment when everything works, when I work, when the words work, and you are there willing to listen to me, and I feel safe to share, and here the words and musing fall like water perfectly into a river that makes sense, and I make sense all of sudden, can you capitalize on this, can you make money, can you say I am worth something, worth something for someone for an audience for anyone, so I can do something with my life, but really no one can take this experience and make something of it because it’s only power is that you are being my mom.