“ He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams. ”
What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?
~ Justina Chen
When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.
If art made you think, then this was Art. Staring at the ball, made of layers and layers of cloth, I wondered about the glass marble at its heart. What if you wanted to reach that marble? Make sure it was still whole?You'd have to remove the layers. You'd have to risk breaking the ball for a chance at freeing it. Fear, knowledge, certainty - you'd have to be willing to let them all go.
To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.