She was born with a blue and white sticker on her forehead proclaiming: Future Artist. When she was three or four, she danced in the living room to her favorite music, either Powaqqatsi or Rite of Spring. When she was five or six, she sang singsongingly almost nonstop and wore skirts with motorcycles and rainbows on them. When she was fifteen or sixteen, she stared longingly at the National Gallery but still had to wait a couple more years to gain access. When she was seventeen or eighteen, she spent much of the day in one room with her watercolors, favorite brush, and mix tape after mix tape.
When she was twenty-three or twenty-four, she toured the countryside and various landscapes of her heart. When she was twenty-five or twenty-six, she fell in love with gesamtkunstwerk. When she was twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a BB gun in one hand and a No. 12 bright in the other, she invented and attended L'Université des Musées.