This might be my favorite postcard I’ve done yet — and is it any wonder? Becoming the embodiment of ecstatic beauty is an eminently worthy Burning Desire. The only question is how to get there. I have worked very hard, and very enjoyably, at fashioning my very own Universe of True Love over the past year, just by creating all these crazy postcards and bringing them to market. Collectively, they tell the story of True Love, as I have experienced it unfolding in my own life and imagination. So maybe becoming the queen of (your) own Universe is as simple as that —  summoning the confidence to create something that comes from your heart, while also being loud and proud enough to share it with the world, like a nearly naked queen turning her face upwards to the sun. True, I have no loyal subjects to rule over, nor would I ever want that responsibility. (Ordering people around has always made me terribly uncomfortable.) Rather, I would like to “rule” only in virtue of providing genuine inspiration. If people stop to look at my postcards and find a few they can’t resist taking home — either because of the messages, the images, or both — then I will be happy and satisfied in the accomplishment of my royal duties. However, there is another (nightmare) scenario in which I get quietly laughed at by each passer-by at the market this summer, because they think my cards too absurd, crude, or childish for words. Not every queen is a popular one! But even if that does happen, I can still turn my face to the sun with dignity, knowing my aim was true: to spread a little True Love around. I am committing no real harm, in the name of self-expression. And I will be forever grateful to call my lovely Universe home, indeed. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.