“Healing, after a long time of struggle and mess is a complex process, but a necessary one nevertheless. We are so overwhelmed by the amount of work it requires that we so often choose to run away from the light, hide in our dark corner and hope that we will never be found, hope that we will never be seen, or desperately look outwards for that love and compassion that we can no longer find within ourselves, for our soul's light no longer shines as it used to. And sometimes we just find those people that can see the light beneath all that dust and darkness that's been piled up, those kind of light workers that understand our broken souls and manage to pick us up and see the beauty within us, when we find it so hard to see it ourselves."
“That's what artists do... We start with something, and sometimes we destroy everything that we've made in order to get to the core place where we started from.”
“Your art is not about how many people like your work. Your art is about if your heart likes your work, if your soul likes your work, it's about how honest you are with yourself and you must never trade honesty for relatability.”
“The things is, I can’t keep my life. Piece by piece it’s taken from me. Even if I don’t always know it, I’m always saying goodbye. But if I write it all down - The afternoon wind, the espresso aftertaste, the buttercream sun, that stranger’s contagious laugh - I can live the seconds more than once."
“I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me."
“We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day....”