SANTIAGO

The road seen, then not seen, the hillside hiding

then revealing the way you should take, the road

dropping away from you as if leaving you to walk

on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,

when you thought you would fall, and the way

forward always in the end the way that you followed,

the way that carried you into your future, that broug... See more

I even resisted sitting at a desk, so my studio mates rarely saw me, and most of my work was done in nature, underneath trees, by the water, and sometimes in cafés, galleries, and the botanical garden. And the rest was a vast, empty space that I didn’t know how to navigate any more than I knew how to start drawing from a blank piece of paper.

I don’t research when I write novels, because imagination is my asset, my gift.

Tract

By William Carlos Williams

I will teach you my townspeople

how to perform a funeral —

for you have it over a troop

of artists—

unless one should scour the world —

you have the ground sense necessary.

See! the hearse leads.

I begin with a design for a hearse.

For Christ's sake not black —

nor white either — and not polished!

Let it be weathere... See more

I’m often surprised by how receptive people are.

I was starting to discover things that really connect to what I’m looking for, which is the quality of movement, the flow of energy, the use of gravity, lightness, silliness. I don't think I even thought about form!