WHEN WILL I BE BIG? (deconstructed); I'm following the path of memory that led to the deconstruction of the prior pieces in THE LAST TIME WE PLAYED as they are all in the same collection with this being the last installment. Exploring my memory I remember playing a lot at the same time I dreaded playing I never wanted to be caught by my guardian playing instead of reading, I dreaded playing as much as I loved it. I added a piece of a manuscript on how to draw a portrait on the upper left which belongs to my uncle who was one of the first people I witnessed practicing art. Every time I played, every time I read, every time I was flogged, I always thought to myself when will be big; so all of this could stop. Adulthood is its own way hard but I'd pick it a thousand times over dreading to play. WHEN WILL I BE BIG? I'm big now and I fucking love it!