I’ve decided I’m going to learn to sing. Nina Simone says getting on stage is how you unlock the door to freedom. My practice is about stimulating a sense of agency for myself and for others. When I say—my chair is tall. I mean, I can rest with my feet in the ocean while I feel my hands grasp the moon. When I talk about being stretched, I mean in every direction. Susan Sontag’s first impression of what an [artist] is is someone who is interested in everything. I find myself lost in wonder, unable to choose a direction, seduced by what may be behind every door. I learn to be lost like Florbela Espanca. I find myself at the bottom of the sea. Waiting for my upswing. Wanting to touch the sky. Oh, to crash down on your shores. To find you and I colliding. My heart pitter patters when I bellow out rain from between my teeth then, before I can stop it, a dangling chandelier disconnects from the ceiling and falls on the floor. Crash. An imaginary one, though. You still see these scattered diamonds reflect and refract the light all the same. Those wet messy marks. You see yourself match the doorframe you just walked through. You look up and find yourself on stage. Waiting for the audience to stop clapping.