A peek into the future, a promise of certainty, an enticing chance to take control of my own fate. I seek the Oracle for what I cannot see in the stars, read on my palms, or interpret from my dreams. She speaks to me in prophesies, hints at mysteries, and provides answers that create new questions.
Yet, the memory of my inner Oracle soothes me. Didn’t she leave me clear signs in the patterns of the clouds, and whisper assurances through the wind in my ear?
I create art with the abandonment of a child now, secure in the knowledge that I matter. That my art matters.
