Back in Oregon, I had this foolish dream of moving to New York City and pursuing a life as an artist. And when I was 27, I said f*ck it, now or never, and I took a blind leap of faith and made the move.
So today, as I walked across the stage at Radio City Music Hall, in New York City, having just finished an $150,000 education I paid for on my own, at one of the finest art schools in the world, I have to say, I was pretty damn proud of myself. I’m proud of myself for setting out and doing the things I want to do. I’m proud of myself for living the life I want to live. I’m proud of myself for being a New Yorker by body, and remaining an Oregonian always by heart.