I stretched out my hands, holding the falling sun in one hand, and the climbing moon in the other, my silver and gold, my gift from life. My gift of life. My life is a hesitation in time. An opening in a cave. A gap for a word.

“Misery is a no U-turns, no stopping road. Travel down it pushed by those behind…”

“Art is enchantment and artists have the right of spells. ... The success of lat…”

“Creative work bridges time because the energy of art is not time-bound. If it w…”

“I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books…”