These are the books I read this year. Each one imparted something, and for that I’m garteful.
The risk of experimentation isn’t prompted by success but by the desires for discovery.
Some days are like this. It’s strenuous to scribble words into sentences. We write them anyway.
In the process of searching for the words, and guiding them from my head to the page, the pictures arrive.
Maybe art is an external attempt to touch our deepest secrets, the secrets that we don’t even know are there.
I am incredibly grateful for the inspiring people who have brought me to insights I would have never arrived at on my own
Unhealthy render us unappreciative of our living particularities. Gratitude is a protest against the autocracy of comparison.
Gratitude subverts the status quo by refusing to see anything as “status quo”. It is a mutiny against the mundane.
The sign above the inferno of the process reads “abandon all hope ye who enter here”. Those who create enter boldly…
This is an attempt to get back to the dangerous ideas, and maybe that’s a dangerous idea in itself. I hope that it is.