Because the most terrifying and beautiful thing I’ve learned is this: you don’t have to live in someone else’s museum anymore. You get to be the artist. You get to be the curator. You get to decide what hangs on the walls.
Now, I think of it as a gallery.
Come walk through my gallery. See the boy I was. Meet the man I’m becoming. Laugh at the glitter. Grieve the dark paintings. Stay a while in the quiet room where two mugs sit on a counter. gallery gay blog
Further in, the room opens up. This is the Joy Wing . Because the most terrifying and beautiful thing I’ve
The thing about a gallery is that it’s never finished. You don’t open and then close. You keep creating. You keep hanging new work. Some nights, you have to take down an old painting because you’ve outgrown it. Some nights, you just sit on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by the mess of your own history, and cry. And that’s okay. That’s curation. You get to decide what hangs on the walls
So this is my blog now. Not a diary. Not a manifesto. An invitation.
