It is O.K.

So you might be wondering where this fabulous camper is parked, that would be behind the house of my dear friend and artist heidi vasterling. The first night I drove the bago down the mountain I had been living on top of, I backed it up the long gravel drive in the dark with the help of my new room mates. That night we drank and sat on the top of the bago laughing, crying and looking up at the stars. Heidi spent the night with me that night and in the midst of intense emotional break downs I knew I had done the right thing. The support and love I have received from this woman is unmeasurable.

A night or two after I help solidify the name the "Vasterling Shelter" we went to city wide art show at AVA called "take art/leave art". Most people hung up something and then took something down... I well... I just took something.

My mantra became "It is going to be okay", with each deep inhale and exhale, my eyes swelled with tears and mumbled it to myself. Even in the moment when felt like a complete and utter lie, I knew I was telling myself the truth preparing myself for what is to come.