#queenamongcurators

And with her supplies piling atop each other so mercilessly, her excitement only grows. 

Her stencil is something she made when she was thirteen, and refined just yesterday before her train ride. A political statement, and a slight metaphor-cross-visual piece. The colours vary drastically, from the calmest of blues to blinding yellow hues. The wall is plastered tight and has grey coated over the entire exterior of an old, run-down, historical building. 

She plans out the image on the wall before her, sprawling the design in her head and twirling a roll of masking tape on her index finger. Her feet step on the ladder, and her physical weakness begins to cave in as she sticks the four corners of the stencil to the wall.