I want to create something abstract and gorgeous, strange in its truth. I don't have anything to hide anymore. Loss has stripped away artifice. Your wild stare broke something loose in me.
I want to create something that sounds totally new, different, something that melds early music and jazz and sadness and ethereal hope with sparkling high notes, works of art that exist outside of structure, memorable and magnetic.
My mind can't make sense of it anymore, and that feels good, like I did finally break open, and the sea rushed out. I haven't felt inspired like this in a long, long time. It feels good to be in this valley, alone.