I realized a weird problem: when I tried earnestly to represent some figure or thing in a realistic way, my drawings became bad and embarrassing. But when I celebrated the fucked-up nature of my own line, the drawing felt more interesting and fun. There’s probably some art truth buried in there somewhere.
A word after a word after a word is power.
There is a ladder. / The ladder is always there /hanging innocently / close to the side of the schooner. /We know what it is for, we who have used it.
Suffering is not beautiful. Suffering . . . is about a real place in a real body where you face the other side of living. How you choose to understand that story probably determines how you’re going to live the rest of your life.
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.