“ As I go under, I wonder if there’s a reason for art? ”
Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.
~ Kelli Russell Agodon
We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.
Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.
She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.
