Aquanetta often escaped to privet realities wrapping herself in psychosis, delusions of inferiority, vanity or ego depending on her mood, the weather or carelessly thrown dice. She uses music as white noise in moments when she has control and memories of songs when she does not. Variations on what is known as jazz and its bastard children are about all she got. Sometimes it is all she wants or needs except she gotta eat and sleep. So she also has skills which allow her to make her way in a world that requires servitude. She got Bessie Smith blues almost all the time and when she does not she got somebody elses blues. Her affective disorder is more than seasonal it is chronic like it was designed to be her station in a museum white wall world. Brown images set in a white sea often can not float because denseness makes it hard for air to get inside and buoyancy is not really learned, so she does not swim anymore, gave that up to learn to fly following exit signs everywhere she goes gets her where she wants to be. Out in all its conceptual variations; out a here, out a bounds, out from under governance and expectations. This outness she explains in art.