artist's statement write a story maybe not a story about a person a struggle hitting one's head against the wall and again and again the dreams are bad hails from the lake of death has played with dead mallards loves people and has patience to trust on again and again ruins her own business because cannot keep her mouth shut is so damn honest and never forgives herself by the way do you always have to open your mouth I have kept it shut too many years I do not have the time anymore and I am not interested about it kicking the barriers of pathos well that was already too much explode the diagnosed refuse the waste of the sense and the sensibility it is no use squabbling over the form and the content I can give the game away shut up I will pay laugh like a seagull at myself and especially to the others is it a strength to ask people to point out your bad sides loves sickness and misery and having pity on the others and oneself I think I look so fucking great predominately because I cannot help what I look like I am what I am I would like to be a black lesbian but luckily some of the people already understand that you cannot change what you have been given schizophrenia why is it supposed to simplify things it teaches the most to make things complicated do not ever try to further the destiny maybe I am not strong yet but at least I hope I would not close my eyes what I never did if the world would be upside down the gravity inverted looking at the scenery from the bus window with your head upside down the fear of falling the fear of falling in dreams