My name is Orpa. Not Oprah. Not Orca. Though, I will admit it is momentarily intriguing to imagine being a benevolent celebrity or ferocious-looking whale. On occasion, I like to pretend I'm Frida Kahlo (which is really just an excuse to drink tequila and wear far too much jewellery while prancing around the house with a hideously over-exaggerated unibrow). Other times, I'm content drinking coffee and dressing within societal bounds. To me, art is a drug. If If I go a day without seeing, hearing or creating it, panic sets in and I become irrational. I can't wait for my next high. Please, whatever you do, don't send me to rehab.