I want to make a difference with my art. I want my art to touch parts of people that have never been acknowledged by others. Is true unconditional love not, acknowledgement of all parts of another? Not just the light and the beautiful and the easy parts to love, but even the ugly, repulsive parts. The disgusting discomfort of Self, flaws and mistakes and mental breakdowns and all. Is love not, allowing these streams of shame and disappointment and guilt to dance along the parts we find beautiful, appropriate, and accepting? We deserve love, in all its dimensions.