My Art…

Oh so very very true… Love is elemental, necessary, important even, but art, oh my god.  Art is like that crazy boyfriend – hot, then cold, volatile, withholding, abundant, bitchy even.  As much as he drove you nuts, you craved, needed, lusted for him. Art mirrors sexuality – first we start tentatively, gingerly attempting what we long for but aren’t sure how to do.  Then we get a taste – oooh, such a sweet... Read More