Picky

if someone wished to use all my belongings as some sort of bricolage project, what would come out of it? sheet music, handwritten notes, junk, scavenged stationery, useless crafts and prizes… so many things to use in some sort of representative magnus opus about an artist who never fulfilled his potential. or they could be the building blocks of my own oeuvre. yes, that’s it. it’s time for me to shine.