I once had a dream that I could fly.

The cops and the city demanded I land and face justice.

(For what? I was innocent).

They put a bounty on my head!

I almost obeyed, but then I remembered... I’m the one who can fly!

I flew away, out of their reach, and didn’t stop. From one high apartment window to the next, I was forced to steal food and stylish Afghan coats to get by.

On the lam, the sky was my home and I never stayed in one place for long.

Now that things have cooled off, I’ve sent you this postcard to let you know I’m back….

Directed, shot, modeled, edited, illustrated by me.

Photoshop.

Behind the scenes.

This pipe cleaner heart was the impetus for the whole project.

It looked like a portal to me.