... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.
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.
What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I love you more than my own skin.
Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.