It’s me,

Peggy moon

I have always had a drive for the odd, the weird, and the obscure sides of life. I struggled to fit in as a kid and I was always made to feel weird for making my weird things. Whether it was out of clay or paint or clothes or literally whatever it may be, other kids would often bully me for something they didn’t understand. I still felt happiness because I felt free. I felt like I expressed myself and it felt GOOD. No one has to understand; those that get it, get it. I found comfort in it. Whatever I made was pure expression. 

I made it JUST because I wanted to.