The free artist is a madly vulnerable one.

She lives

Between blank, white walls and a bold, red door,

Dancing for eternity in the daydream theatre. And when her heart yearns to

Stir the stars, she

Cranks the doorknob and flees.

Sashaying out of the stale, white chamber, she

Leaps into the vulnerable realm of

Risk.

This artist is an angel. She blows

Kisses to fear. She

Winks at fate.

Then, slipping on a halo of jazz and jewels, she calls herself Josephine Baker.