So, I painted this because I felt like the play was about life, you know, and life is full of colour and we should get to come along and we add our own colour to the painting, you know. And even though it’s not very big, the painting, it sort have to figure that it goes on forever, you know, in each direction, so loke to infinity, you know, ‘cause that’s kinda like life. It was really crazy, if you think about it, isn’t it, that a hundred years ago some guy that I never met came to this country with a suitcase. He has a son, who has a son, who has me. So, at first when I was painting it, I was thinking, you know that maybe up here that was that guy’s part of the painting, and then, you know, down here that’s my part of the painting. And then I started to think what if we’re all in the painting everywhere. What if we were in the painting before we were born, what if we’re in it after we die. And these colours that we keep adding, what if they just keep getting added on top of one another until eventually we’re not different colours anymore, we’re just one thing, one painting. And my dad, he’s not with us anymore, he’s not alive, but he’s with us. He’s with me everyday. It all just sort of fits somehow, even if you don’t understand how yet. People will die in our life, people that we love, in the future, maybe tomorrow, maybe years from now. I mean, it’s kind of beautiful, right, if you think about it, the fact that just because someone dies, just because you can’t see them or talk to them anymore, it doesn’t mean they’re not still in the painting. I think maybe that’s the point of the whole thing. Theres no dying, there’s no you, or me, or them, it’s just us. And this sloppy, wild, colourful, magical thing that has no beginning, has no end, it’s right here, I think it’s us.
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