One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

I've always known and been interested in people who are a little bit off the norm. I like to call attention to the idea that they are there, that they are real people, not invisible.

Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that could live beyond your sphere of being, that held in it far more potential than you ever realized you were imbuing in the work?

Even, she thought, even without the gift of witchsight, there was more beauty to be found in the world than could ever be snared in language or music. And with the sight.

Under the skin, intense fires burn.

A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.