You speak your mind, don't you...? A rare find in a woman.

I write on a visual canvas, 'seeing' a scene in my thoughts before translating it into language, so I'm a visual junkie.

You speak your mind, don't you...? A rare find in a woman.

Maybe there are moments between any two adults in love when the age of one of them dissolves before the other's eyes, when the first refuge of the soul at its creation is laid bare and skinless as a sunbeam through a window. Innocence and vulnerability, two unmeasurable quantities...Perhaps that is the essence of the protection's intimacy, that it dwells in camouflage and justifies itself in stillness.

I think what you can’t see is always what you should be frightened of.

...to make art is to realize another's sadness within, realize the hidden sadness in other people's lives, to feel sad with and for a stranger.

What thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, that they embody a connection between unseen places.