Do You Come To Art To Be

It Is Important To Know The Stories And Histories Of Things, Even If All We Know Is That We Don't Know.

Do You Come To Art To Be Comforted, Or Do You Come To Art To Be Re-skinned?

All We Are Is Eyes Looking For The Unbroken Or The Edges Where The Broken Bits Might Fit Each Other.

I Have Thought For A Long Time That The Way My Clothes Hang On Me Is More Important Than Me Inside Them.

A Game One Of My Sisters Will Play With Me In My First Year Of Being Alive Is Called Good Baby, Bad Baby. This Consists Of Being Told I Am A Good Baby Until I Smile And Laugh, Then Being Told I Am A Bad Baby Until I Burst Into Tears. This Training Will Stand Me In Good Stead All Through My Life.