You Are Your Best Thing

...she Needed To Confirm Its Presence. Like The Keeper Of The Lighthouse And The Prisoner, She Regarded It As A Mooring, A Checkpoint, Some Stable Visual Object That Assured Her That The World Was Still There; That This Was Like And Not A Dream. That She Was Alive Somewhere, Inside, Which She Acknowledged To Be True Only Because A Thing She Knew Intimately Was Out There, Outside Of Herself.

We're All Surrounded By What I Call Faux Language, Fake Language Of Commerce, Of News Media.

I'm Not Entangled In Shaping My Work According To Other People's Views Of How I Should Have Done It.

If There's A Book You Really Want To Read, But It Hasn't Been Written Yet, Then You Must Write It.

Like Any Artist Without An Art Form, She Became Dangerous.