We have lived with violence far too long.

I am an instrument in the shape/ of a woman trying to translate pulsations/ into images for the relief of the body/ and the reconstruction of the mind.

But can you imagine how some of them were envying you your freedom to work, to think, to travel, to enter a room as yourself, not as some child’s mother or some man’s wife?…we have no familiar, ready-made name for a woman who defines herself, by choice, neither in relation to children nor to men, who is self-identified, who has chosen herself.

All new learning looks at first like chaos.

I am a woman in the prime of my life, with certain powers and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarely see.

We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.

Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.