who were happiest when a dog quoted a line of poetry.

shaping. She had burst solid form open to make a pierced form, a hole, after the birth of her first child in 1931. Hepworth described sculpture as ‘the three-dimensional realization of an idea’.

The foreigner, the stranger, he too must learn to make a forgery of himself. He must imitate the host culture.

If we don’t have names, who are we?

Ideas come to us as the successors to griefs, and griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some part of their power to injure the heart.

Freud was intrigued by how in dreams it was his patients most invested in appearing to be rational

it an unthanked, unloved, neglected, exhausted woman.

she made art because her emotions were bigger than herself.

To become the person someone else had imagined for us is not freedom – it is to mortgage our life to someone else’s fear. If we cannot at least imagine we are free, we are living a life that is wrong for us.