In a fast forward mode, I walked past my sugarpaste counter only to be in an assembly with a cast of new characters. I turned to see the remnants of my fondant, tightly wrapped, impervious even to ant attacks. It has been exactly 2 weeks now since my last withdrawal to anything fondant. I just stopped baking art. The kids' bread and butter were totally dependent on this new project... wary of uncertainties, I cringed in agreement. I just had to do it, to know what I am capable of. Selling myself short has been the prime trade of my business nowadays, a feeble excuse to move forward whilst the head refuses to look in the same direction.
In this hole I create, in this hollow I colour, on the refrigerator I draw, on these walls I paint and on these pages I doodle. If you have snugged into this burrow of mine you would have been the few guests to feast on my queer art...and you would know that I have always given my all, every little thing that I've got.
It's a starry starry night,