Why?
I get that a lot.
And then, why "Wicked Children"? Which is far easier to answer than for me to sit here and contemplate the existence of life and consciousness in it's entirety. So, let's start there. Wicked Children. Like Boston, yes. We hella Wicked. Like the Uk, yes. I've the the Nimbus 2000! It's WIIICKED. BUT Also, I've always been fascinated that it was the seemingly "wicked" children in books that had the most fun. And yet no one called them out for their naughtiness or for stepping outside the norm. (Which as a neurodivergent eccentric artist I tend to do on a moment to moment basis, I mean, let's be honest.) It was amazing to me what a child could do with a torch and a disgruntled adult who told them, "Absolutely do not go into those woods at night, or go out in the fog, or go to THAT house, or hide in THAT room with THAT piece of furniture." I MEAN, that last one maybe... but if it's an antique and needs just a little refurbishing to give it new life...how could you not?! Plus, there's got to be some other portal into Narnia around here somewheres. So anyway, in a nutshell, if you fancy a nut, pun intended, that's what I'm all about here. Adventure. Staying curious, torch in hand. And being a little kid. Wanna play? I'll let you borrow the broom.
"Well-behaved women seldom make history." -
Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
(Who apparently said this completely by mistake. But we know there are no mistakes. Just happy accidents."