Choice = Freedom, Digital collage, Psuedo Pompous co.2022 My love of visual art began with Sargent . At 16 with dreams of becoming a fashion designer, during visits to the Metropolitan Museum of Art , I would spend my time swooning over the painting of the textiles and the glamour of silk fabric. My mother a lover of the impressionists, hung reproductions of Renoirs and Monets in our house. Two prints of Degas ' ballet dancers also graced my childhood bedroom. The dancer’s haunted me. I had recurring nightmares of a pair of ballet slippers in my closet that transformed into dirty sneakers. They exuded black smoke and stank of garbage. I would wake sobbing filled with horror, fear, and self-loathing. As a transracial, intercountry adoptee in a family with six kids there was neither money nor thoughts about ballet classes. The art reproduction had to suffice. Dreams were hung on the wall. At 20, after begging my mother for 200 dollars to take advantage of a flight layover, I was a
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