Higher than the beasts, lower than the angels, stuck in our idiot Eden.
From a distance it might look straight, but when you get close up, you can always see the line waver. And I think that's where the beauty is.
I do everything by hand. . . Even if I'm doing really big letters and I spend a lot of time going over the line and over the line and trying to make it straight, I'll never be able to make it straight. From a distance it might look straight, but when you get close up, you can always see the line waver. And I think that's where the beauty is.
I believe there need to be women visual in our every day landscape, working hard and doing their own thing, whether you like it or not, whether it's acceptable or not. . . I especially hope to inspire young women because often I feel like so much emphasis is put on how beautiful you are, and how thin you are, and not a lot of emphasis is put on what you can do and how smart you are. I'd like to change that, change the emphasis of what's important when looking at a woman.
My hand will always be imperfect because it's human… I think that's where the beauty is.
If you're doing something in the city, then hopefully you're speaking to somebody who has an open mind who is walking by. And you're also speaking to a community of other people who do similar types of work. I like to think that the outdoor community is broad and able and open for anybody to see.
On any day in the Mission in San Francisco, you can see a hand-painted sign that is kind of funky, and maybe that person, if they had money, would prefer to have had a neon sign. But I don't prefer that. I think it's beautiful, what they did and that they did it themselves. That's what I find beautiful.
We need material development, but we need to understand that by itself it doesn't bring peace of mind.
The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, How shall men grow? - Let her be All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
Judaism, Christianity & Islam are innovations on fragments from the periphery of the African cultural and spiritual system.
Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men's reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.