I know that some of my misery is self-imposed and almost brought on purposefully. Maybe I am comfortable in it. Maybe it helps me to feel that all is right with the world because I’m preparing for the misery that will inevitably come. Maybe that’s not true at all, and there is a darkness that I ...
The gravity of love abounds when your emotional orbit is in alignment with the dark side of your moon. The fears of love are in the mascara stained, hand ringing, brick walled stoicism, and defense mechanisms acting as starlit pathways to a common goal: deeper commitment and even better ...
My hands were drenched in the fluids of my mother’s broken body, while my mind was further tortured by the twisted funhouse world of my grandmother’s creation. I was in the center of toxicity without a hazmat suit.
The strength and continuity helps us to believe in something grander than we are and yet… it could all be gone tomorrow -- or even in the next moment. This is where the wondrousness of life falls into our laps like a precious babe waiting to be fed while unknowingly feeding her mother’s soul.
I like him because he used his art as an inescapable way into the tunnels of the heart, where -- with closed eyes but open mouth -- he bravely captured his own darkness, and then brought it out into the ephemeral, mundane light for the world to touch: Here, here, don’t be afraid, it’s only flesh.