I was taught through the church, and the Southern culture supporting it, that men are inherently superior to women. As if that wasn't enough, there was an underlying message that everyone was superior to me.
Vulnerable like that stark canvas, I am an odd sort of survivor Navigating a failed system, A world that may not hear my song, One where rules are king, And logic prevails, Oh, where is my kingdom, Where do I go to breathe, To feel it all, To swallow.
"The creative cave is the looniest, loneliest place in the world. Ultimately it’s the scariest and safest place as well." I grew up in a special type of loony, lonely cave. A place where contradiction was king. Creativity enabled me to envision another world, a future where all the confusing fragments of my life might perfectly align. Was I a hungry kid on... Continue Reading →
"Creativity is a lifestyle. I think that at some point in life one has to decide if he or she wants to follow their creativity and search for alternative ways, or to accept solutions and decisions that have already been established."Einstein said, "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of... Continue Reading →
"Through art , I synthesize, play, and let off all the complexity of my inner world."I have a strong suspicion that my inner world is more complex than the average Joe's. I began to suspect this around age six, when I was lamenting about the kid in our class who was rumoured to have a mother who jumped... Continue Reading →