The creative processes are so mysterious.
I want to draw subjects that seem very boring and everyday. . . Stuff that would be normal except for one thing. Or two things. Or stuff that's undeniably weird.
I didn't really have a major role in how it was described. I wanted it to be a collection of essays where each storyline could be contained.
I was re-experiencing these things that happened a long time ago, and I'm trying to relive it now, and I'm bringing all of my current motivations and personality into that which were not there at the time. It's hard to remember exactly who I was when I was ten, fifteen.
I don't do the like, "This led to this, and this was why this happened. " That doesn't feel real and isn't how I experience things.
I wanted each different Chelsea to be able to navigate her own world without having to also speak to a larger narrative.
When I was going through the stuff with my dad and thinking about terms like restraining order and domestic violence, I was really just searching for a way to define what I was going through. I didn't really understand what it meant to disown a parent or not want to have a parent in your life. Even the word parent was confusing to me because my father came into my life so late in my teen years.
The stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
If you had to pick between one or the other, I can't say which one is better; but I would certainly say, in my orientation, the light of samadhi is all-pervasive. Samadhi will free you.
I hope that this medal inspires the kids at home to put down guns and knives and pick up a pair of trainers instead.
J has told me about his past. I know what happened and why. But he is the one person who made me believe in my talent and whatever happened in the past, he's been a wonderful manager to me.