Long, long time ago, I declared that all my works are a form of a prayer/a wish.
It's a waste of time to think that if you colored a painting red what might have happened if you painted it black.
I think I'm an observer in a way. And my life was not so - well, my life was bad too - but it's just that I had the sense to cope with it. But it's probably not that easy to cope if you're in a society where you get killed when your husband dies.
We know that our cells are speaking to each other.
Bless you for your jealousy; it is a sign of empathy.
A lot of things have been thrown at me in life, and I've got through it all without a rule book, taking it one day at a time.