Bobby

The first artwork I ever really looked at got me into trouble. I was in an institution and came across a book on Salvador Dalí—melting clocks, impossible rooms, a world that didn't obey the rules I'd been given.

I didn't know it was art history. I just knew something in me responded. Looking became dangerous. Observing became survival. The staff noticed before I did.

That moment started a lifelong argument between who they said I was and who I could become with a brush in my hand.