To them, we are invisible. To them, there is only a faceless mass. A huddle to be shepherded. A rabble to be governed. A market Continue Reading
Art is the ultimate truth-telling. Creativity is given us so we can speak out the truths laying inside us, unspoken and unrecognised, that we might Continue Reading
I thought my power was in my mind In my thinking I thought my power was in my strength In resistance I thought my power Continue Reading
The reasons why writing a book is so good for you may be different than you think. Many people – most people – have blockages Continue Reading
Everything you think you need from God to be whole and enough Everything you cry out to have Everything you beg to be fixed, repaired Continue Reading
When I’ve lost weight, people will take me more seriously, That’s when I’ll ramp up my project and really put the work in. When the Continue Reading
You can do one small thing today to turn this thing on its head. But don’t look out there for the thing – look at you. Look inside, because that’s where any changes you make will cause the greatest difference. It’s not them, or there, or that, anyway, that’s bringing you closer to where you want to go. It’s inside you. In your head, in your heart, in your hands. That’s where the path to your success lies.
When I become interrupted from art-making, as I am now, the inspiration doesn’t leave me. It tortures me. I hate it, because it won’t shut the fuck up. It nags and nags to be made, and then when I sit here to do it, it coyly hides itself and wants to be coaxed out. I don’t want to coax it. I want to smack it’s bare shoulders and drag it into the light where all of you can see how terrible and sublime it really is. Then I want to kiss it full on the mouth and make it read itself back to me over and over, until I’m sure again it was all right for me to be born; if only I can do this. If only I can do this.