“I can't help but cling to the heat like I'm clinging to mama and the warmth of her heart; at times a gentle radiation of love, at times a fire that obliterates toxicity and purifies matter into love itself, at times a scorching […] that can destroy life. I'm attracted to it all.”

“The inner world was calling for my softness — my surrender. My old methods of constant pushing and doing were no longer effective. My process and practice of expression had shifted.”