art

I’ve been a model, been an actress, been a performer.

I realized its a competition of how much pain can you take?

How much can you push yourself for the arts sake?

But writing….

The thing I have done every day.

it requires nothing of you but your truth and the ability to speak it.

this, is the forgotten voice.

the paintings on cave walls.

the innate instinct of humanity, not to suffer for an image of something.

not to sacrifice ourselves for any art.

but to press wet hand to cave wall, and imprint this world with a piece of ourselves.