Here in this deep chill, a dear friend came over with dinner from my favorite Italian place. Because I wanted to be served but did not want to go out. Because I wanted him to write. Some people play scrabble or watch movies with their friends, some people make their friends write after dinner. Well,…
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“All art is autobiographical; a pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.” –Federico Fellini I love this on multiple levels. Let’s accept that through art-making we are trying to figure ourselves out. Our stories, our context, our feelings. When we put our work into the world, we are asserting our individual importance. Let’s confess that we…
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There was a lot of talk of diarrhea in the past week. That is not at all what I’m referencing when I say exploding truth. Wait, what’s that? That’s not where your head went? Oh, right. Mine either… This morning I came across this, from Adrienne Rich’s essay Vesuvius at Home: It is always what…
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Happy New Year, beauties. Sitting with questions is mad uncomfortable. I’ve been thinking a lot about questions, and the importance of narrowing them down, honing in on what they are. Because the answers are almost always contained within the question. And if you’re asking the wrong–or a dishonest or too large–question, you’re likely to…
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