Whilst I was painting my new ice cube painting yesterday, my little ice cube that I feel that I’m always surrounded by… I had a realization. I am constantly consumed in my own cube, as we all are. However, I started to think about others. Other cubes.

The woman I’d seen in Starbucks yesterday.

The old man that I’d glanced at on my bike ride by the shore.

That friend that is struggling.

The little girl running around enjoying herself at recess in the schoolyard.

That man you’ve never met that’s sitting at his office desk on Wall Street.

These people that we’ve met before, seen, have yet to meet, or never will.

Infinite cubes of realities.

We all have our stories, longings, griefs, dreams, and present thoughts.
I want to tell multiple stories, not just my own.

In short, I am ready to expand upon this one.

Current progress on the first session: 3 hours