Colors of me

 A big goal , Jessy,  but usually achieved by chance. 

Art might get you, munch you , chew on you, swallow you and then, maybe ,  you will  become  part of art. 
I think in your case the matter is ongoing and progress seems well. 
We will see.   

In my case it is very simple: Art caught  me inadvertently,
but  I turned out to be to  old, to hard and tough for art to chew and swallow. 
Also she did not like my spices, other predators  tore at me, so she spat me out after some feeble try to swallow. 
So I remain happily myself and be not part of art,  
but I pat her back benevolently from time to time.
I can assure you, thats also a possible and satisfying way of life.