Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.

艺术应该是一个意外可以出现的空间。

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

"To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world's sky."

Every story is a lie until someone believes it.