Process

There are subtle differences between Han Coat #00001 and #00002. This edition was attached from the inside completely, sleeves on the green side are tucked into the shoulder sockets, hood shape & belt seems refined. Ed.1 was sized for me. Ed.2 fits a body around 5’10. Most notably, this edition includes rare metallic purple eyes on the light side.

#00002 was made with the intention of gifting it to my twin flame. Ironically, through this process, I have realized it’s time to let him go. I like how a friend described it, even though it hurt to hear. “Twin flames are like [matching] magnets, one will always run from the other. You will never be on the same [spiritual] plane.”

I held on to the idea that this muser would pay retributions for the inspiration I’ve supplied. The price tag reflects that. But it’s not about money. I wanted his acknowledgment of our 'irrational connection' and to collaborate officially because if we can make greatness in our own separate corners, how incredible would it be when we finally came together?

The most painful part has been admitting that I allowed myself to be disrespected in subtle ways for a long time. Fame is a bitch, don’t let it blind you. He would never. I was addicted to his cocaine energy. Last time we linked he encouraged me to quit all my vices. It worked.

The cord-cutting ceremony was intimidating, prefaced by irrational thoughts. It’s not like my memories with him would suddenly be erased from my brain. I can still refer to his successes anytime and use them for personal motivation. It hasn't been totally one-sided. He has inspired a handful of my work and I'm grateful. Musing is always a two way street. I hate to admit that there was 0.01% of me that feared letting go would mean closing the door on my own artistic gifts and good fortune. But that’s not true. I trust myself. We can and probably will, still drink from the same well. And if my soul ever needs a bump I can always ask myself, WWPD?!!!

* I was stuck on this letter of process for days and it nearly killed me. It wasn't until after the cord-cutting that I was finally able to finish. *