the Gamble: Ace up my Sleeve

A little more than 10 weeks ago, I made a costly bet.

The collateral I put forth was one year of my life.

In exchange for this: the promise of artistic notoriety.

The prize: a chance to survive from the making of art alone.

My dream: to build a vehicle with which I could escape from the unfair parameters with which we are dealt.

The goal: achieving freedom from the supposedly inescapable requirement that one must work for somebody else.

Only making art: that's what I want to do.

It's the one thing I can imagine the world could want from me.
Bid now: Card #10