A few years ago, while strolling the streets of downtown Charleston, Nicholas & I came across the most perfect yellow bicycle parked perfectly next to a yellow fire hydrant. Of course I was excited, considering yellow is my favorite generic color. But I kept thinking about that bicycle and everything that came with it, at least, everything I imagined for myself one day: to live in a place I love, making art, and riding into town on my yellow bicycle when I needed to run errands. It sounds simple, and it sounds close to what I have now: I love Cleveland, I make art all day except for when I'm thinking about making art, and I ride an old teal bicycle when public transportation is less than convenient. But for whatever reason, that yellow bicycle in Charleston made me want to accomplish more. I guess if I had time to ride a yellow bicycle around the block or down the beach, that means I wouldn't be working not stop and scraping for rent money; I would be ok. And that sounds perfect to me.