shedding

momma i can see

after waking from a coma, without opening her eyes, my sister rose in the bed
and uttered those last words. she was 22.

oh the humanity...

the moment there is imagination, there is myth

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
james baldwin

the efficacy of vision

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique...
martha graham

it covets

old polaroid