Hi, Chris.

Thank you.

I'll jump right in.

This is titled Headlock 1984.

On a good day, I can pretend flashing cameras are stage lights in the Bolshoi Theatre, rather than a community hall-

[laughs]

I am the Firebird before this ignited crowd who live out their fantasies through me as I must through them.

It's the pinky promise we make, outstretched arms grasping for a god who grants wishes, and with invisible hands moves me, spinning, leaping, grasping.