Dear Mom and Dad, As much as the idea of painting, sculpting, and drawing anything my heart imagines inspires me, there’s something that compels me even more: the idea of being absolutely fucking loaded. Part of me dreams of premiering a piece in New York’s MOMA, being hosted at art galas in Paris, or even opening my own studio someday. But those dreams sound like a lot of work. You know what sounds better? Screeching out of the parking lot at 5 p.m. on a Friday in my Mercedes E-class to start a three-week paid vacation in Cabo San Lucas.…