187 Amy Brueck


On the same day that I met the man I love, I created this piece. He walked into our first Fleisher art class a few minutes after everyone else, slipping into the only available seat beside me. A glimpse of his profile and the sound of his voice drew me in. As I scrawled Donald Trump hair on the dinosaur of disaster, I learned his name and a little about his life. Beside him, I felt balanced and natural in a way that rarely happens upon a first meeting. That day, I told him I was preparing my escape from Philadelphia to make a new life. Now, exactly two months later, I realize that I already have one.