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When I was a little girl a close friend of my mother’s met me for the first time during a swimming lesson, “And there was this child, this child… swimming and screaming at the same time.” By the time I was 8 yrs old I was drawing house plans and building worlds out of blocks or in the mud behind the fence where only I could see them. My first kiss was with a deaf boy on a lobster boat. I’ve loved men and women strange and familiar, run far, and wild, and come back home over and over.

Now I am immersing myself in between worlds. Living silently and effortlessly in and out of water. Water forms around my body like paint on the soft skin of a canvas. I’m still running, still building worlds, worlds that swim in pigment and scream with color, surrounded by mud and water, peopled by a mirror of strange and familiar selves.