I refuse to be put in a cage that gleams golden for many, but bronze for me. I would much rather be a dove in the sky, flying out into the open, into the sky, into the beyond.

If it weren’t for her setting me free, I may still be a caged bird today, holding my own daughter captive on a shit-laden perch.

Judging art is like caging a bird. Instead of seeing it soar, you can only watch it flutter.

There shall come a day when Birds shall be free... :) and humans will see...