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I don’t know what art means for you, but for me, art (reflected in this new piece, The Rain Cup) is ultimately about vulnerability—the willingness to bare oneself before what disparagements may come and say, “This is me, perhaps not to your comfort or liking, but here as the choices and winds have wrought me, and perhaps I have been a fool to walk barefoot and bedraggled across places long abandoned by others. Perhaps I sometimes hide my true face to protect myself, and perhaps I have been mad to continue fishing from an empty cup, but perhaps such measures are those of others and have nothing to do with me. Perhaps I am right where I was meant to be and fishing from an empty cup is really the invocation of water, and when the nourishing rains come, it’s okay if you’re not there. I’ll be there, at least for a while. Yet in my absence, I’m sure you’ll one day smell the sweet green fragrance and touch the ground with weathered feet and wonder who could ever have been there.”

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I don’t know what art means for you, but for me, art (reflected in this new piece, The Rain Cup) is ultimately about vulnerability—the willingness to bare oneself before what disparagements may come and say, “This is me, perhaps not to your comfort or liking, but here as the choices and winds have wrought me, and perhaps I have been a fool to walk barefoot and bedraggled across places long abandoned by others. Perhaps I sometimes hide my true face to protect myself, and perhaps I have been mad to continue fishing from an empty cup, but perhaps such measures are those of others and have nothing to do with me. Perhaps I am right where I was meant to be and fishing from an empty cup is really the invocation of water, and when the nourishing rains come, it’s okay if you’re not there. I’ll be there, at least for a while. Yet in my absence, I’m sure you’ll one day smell the sweet green fragrance and touch the ground with weathered feet and wonder who could ever have been there.”