“The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them.” ― Elizabeth GilbertBig Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

She moved paint around the canvas the way a toddler moves spaghetti around it’s cheekbones; instinctively sloppy. She flicked matches as she danced, lighting small fires under the feet of others; burning up the beats. She performed on street corners, to the applause of none. She wrote, perhaps to her own self-destruction.

She exposed herself honestly, creatively.

That alone, made her an artist.



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