Today I met my biggest inspiration: Lana Del Rey. We talked about her videos and my videos, about her poems and my poems, about Walt Whitman and about art coming from sadness. About love. I gave her a scrapbook I’ve been doing for the last two months, with over 50 of her unreleased songs illustrated with beautiful pictures I collected. And she loved it, she really did, I saw it in her eyes. I also gave her a one of a kind Nancy Sinatra vinyl that I bought in a vintage shop, and she said she’d pack it with her suitcase to listen to it all over the tour. “Of course I won’t forget your face, I love you” was the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me. And it was her: my biggest inspiration, the reason I keep making art; it was her who said it. Now, I know what happiness feels like.