june 30, 2021 at 9:06pm

“and it all flows through me. not by blood, but thought. the written words of women before me. worlds created and solidified in my mind as truth, as memories. visions encapsulated, they spread like magic. like pollen, inhaled and stuck in your nostrils, resisting the sneeze is futile. even if you can hold it in, the sensation is still there. if the thread of thoughts could materialize, my paintings would be made of them. things i remember and the ones i forget.”