Chaos is a gaping seam in the orderly surface that everyone wants to believe in.
Love, joy, loss, and grief are all flowers on the same vine.
Growing up in the spaces between place and time changes how you see the world, the awareness that these constructs are malleable.
I love being sparked by art. It’s one of the best and oldest experiences to which we have access, and when you can achieve that by your own creation, that’s the jackpot.
The man who once stood on a chair was also the one who took me skating with him every Saturday morning when I was a girl.
