A person’s art is the expression of their soul. (With the notable exception of people who run bullshit Etsy shoppes.) Every single one of these crazy postcards represents what I see, and what I want to see, in the world — they are the embodiment of my Burning Desires. And part of my Burning Desire is to express what’s inside me: the love, the pain, the hopes, the hurt, the beauty, and even the hatred, sometimes. Just all of it. The decision to set up a tent at the market this summer and start selling them was not a difficult one at all — even though I consider myself the furthest thing from a “professional” artist. (Yawn.) Again, it was that irrepressible something inside me that wanted very much to share my art, and all that soulful self-expression. I wanted to see how they landed with unsuspecting people. I wanted to offer them to the kinds of kindred spirits who might resonate deeply with their messages, or images, or a combination of both. And I even wanted to provide these QR-coded snapshot stories to give some very personal context to whomever was curious enough to go deeper. I considered putting up all sorts of pages on the Burning Desire website that would give a broader and more general context, too. Like how I got into collage art, or a detailed look at my process, or even the “why” of their ‘80s aesthetic. And I still might do that someday — but only if I decide I really want to. Right now, though, all that extra stuff falls into the category of explaining myself. It really IS too much work for this already-overstretched single mom/worker/artist! I’d much rather you just judge me in whatever way you see fit, based on what you see of my soul, which is laid bare before you on these racks and tables in my humble little tent. Because “judging” isn’t always the bad thing people make it out to be, anyway. It just means you have a mind, and a soul, and plenty of feelings of your own. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.