This is for me. I have been writing in my journal for what has seemed like hours today. The work ahead will surely make Abox history, and I’m all for it of course. I guess I am enjoying this last moment of quiet before the storm in a strange way. I want to remember what it was like to want this success so badly, not for the money or the fame, but for the time it enabled us to help others, change the world, and make good art.
When I’m sitting in my garden drinking my coffee, I want that smile on my face to never leave me. I want to get this idea planted firmly. I am an artist. I have survived.
— C —