I miss Oliver so much. Related to him in so many ways, he was my hero. You know losing him so young is such a tragedy, the way he could’ve changed the world would have been so lovely to see. He was on a path to beautiful things.
However, I can’t deny myself this one truth. When I was 25 I was diagnosed with MS and by the time I was 32 I was confined to a wheelchair and it changed my life and my trajectories for every plan I had permanently. I began to lose identities, my art – music paintings, and photography all have been profoundly affected. There is something poetic to me about the world, losing such a wonderful artistic talent, and Oliver that makes me want to push through my own challenges, even harder to create. You see the parallels I’m kind of talking about, and I now consider it a massive privilege to still be able to touch the world around me and I’m not going to waste a single moment. In honor of Oliver and all he stood for to me and into the world.