“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I fancied you’d return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name.(I think I made you up inside my head.)” – Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath Couple…
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Grief
It begins with denial, usually accompanied by a deluge of trivial questions towards the unknown or the “supreme power”, asked while facing a framed photograph of your favorite deity, or kneeling in front of a benevolent Mother Mary, or during the sacred prayers in the direction of Mecca. The “Why?”, the “How?” and the “What?”. You look for explanations for…
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The art of singular art…
“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” – Edgar Degas (1834-1917)’ “I am not an artist.” I grew up with this idea. I never thought that I was creative in any way. Sure my head was always in the clouds full of stories that I would write on multiple notepads, back of my biology notebooks…
