Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated - like I didn't have a community of artists.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

you dont know what you got till its gone

All my battles were with male egos. I’m just looking for equality, not to dominate. But I want to be able to control my vision.

Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living.

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.