Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
I never knew I was a surrealist till Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.
I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote.
It's not possible to present an accurate picture of our culture without all the voices of the people in the culture. So at the emerging level, you can't have a good survey art show without women and artists of color.