In retrospect I can clearly and honestly say, the street has been my office since about 2000. Nearly a quarter century of being in the city of New York communicating with human beings. Providing a ‘safe space’ for people before it became a mainstream thing to say. Before I had actual spaces within my control to do it. 

I’ve been pulling back from the mural of life to examine mine quite a bit. The ten of swords ⚔️ I chose yesterday epitomizes nearly the entire year of 2023 for me. Ten swords in my back, laying in the fetal position, letting that blood out. Big purge. Lots of healing. Letting go to let more and better in. 

Metamorphosis doesn’t happen overnight. A year drags along as you delve into deep challenging self-work, but somehow speeds by in the blink of an eye. The faster, stronger version of C. Will continue to hold office in the street. This office though will continue to expand its reach. 

The people’s artist takes meetings. I’ll pencil you in, just reach out.

– C.