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Further in, the room opens up. This is the Joy Wing .

So this is my blog now. Not a diary. Not a manifesto. An invitation. gallery gay blog

At the very back of the gallery, in a small, softly lit room, is the piece I’m still working on. It’s called The Future . There’s no image yet. Just a blank, primed canvas. Sometimes I stare at it for hours. Some days I want to paint a marriage license. Some days, a photograph of a child with my eyes and his smile. Other days, just a door—open, with light pouring through. Further in, the room opens up

Come walk through my gallery. See the boy I was. Meet the man I’m becoming. Laugh at the glitter. Grieve the dark paintings. Stay a while in the quiet room where two mugs sit on a counter. Not a diary

I kept my own work in a closet. Sketches on napkins. Poems written in the notes app at 2 a.m. Polaroids of boys I was too scared to kiss. Crumpled, hidden, gathering dust.