This is about me. My art, the stage I have created, the mammoth evolution from the world I came from and the woman I am today. “The Cautionary tale” derives from the whispering of my past. I can still hear my grandmother’s voice in my head. She averts her eyes, her lips quiver and in a barely audible tone she tells me to be wary of Satan and his temptations. I need to be a good girl and listen to my “heavenly father and the holy ghost”.
I grew up and became absolutely everything she warned me about. I didn’t listen to any of it. I set myself free and laughed all the while painting the town red.