The first word I ever spoke was DaDa. No I did not mean my father, but Tristan Tsara. The first book I remember reading was by Christian Morgenstern. It is not that I did not read anything before that, it is simply because I did not remember anything worthwhile before reading that "nonsense". It made me think because strangely enough it did made plenty of sense. I always wanted to write. And I still do if only I would not be dyslexic and could form a plot. So I could just drop in mot juste and make it rhyme and make it a pun. But as it is I can not. Nor can I work up any significant existential angst to pour my soul into a dystopian fantasy and impress you all with my Sturm und Drang. Because after all to quote Cyndi Lauper: "girls just want to have fun". I just simply want to spend the rest of my life having fun. I believe that the pursuit of happiness is my constitutional right. If you want to get depressed watch the news, and do not bother with my art. My art is strictly about having fun. I do not want to grow up. I want to play a tea party with my brother’s dinosaur toys and have Rapunzel let her hair down and invite the prince to climb up rather than sending him to get a ladder as any practical mind should tell you. I will serve you your tea & cookies in oriental teapot and play geisha to your ninja, or the policewoman from English mystery with my imitation of Brown Betty teapot.I do not care for my work to sit sterile in a gallery. I want it to sit with food crumbs in a dirty sink. I want to sneak a piece of art into a coal miners house, where nobody has time and spread the joy and fun into every ones life